Rainy Days

**Rainy Days** is a remix to the unreleased song, Semi Addict by Juice WRLD. The song is the eleventh remix to be posted on Red Limits' second channel on April 20, 2022, but is the eighty-fourth remix of all remixes.

## Description

On "Rainy Days", Juice WRLD raps about his success and quotes his mother telling him that he gotta shine regardless of the rainy days. Juice WRLD also raps about many other topics, mainly weaponry and gun violence, money, drugs, and clout. Red produces an instrumental in which has a BPM of 158 and a key of D minor. Red uploads a Skyler Graphics cover art of Juice WRLD holding onto a Sprite bottle in the rain.

## Lyrics

I shot out of nowhere, n\*ggas hatin' but that's okay

I expected that my mama told me anyway

That I gotta shine even on all the rainy days

I don't make all my songs to drop 'em, they throw aways

I shot out of nowhere, n\*ggas hatin' but that's okay

I expected that my mama told me anyway

That I gotta shine even on all the rainy days

I don't make all my songs to drop 'em, they throw aways

Put the codeine on the rocks

If you reach for my chain, you get hit with the Glock

Working all day, all night, n\*gga, nonstop

Pull up with the fog lights, can't see none

I ain't paying for pussy, bitch, is you dumb?

But why you here? You should work for us

I promise you that you gon' have that Birkin bag in a month

I told you n\*ggas I'll be on top

You doubted me and I said, "just watch"

Now I got clout, I'm on a cloud, smoking on loud, getting the guap

And Perky me down, bad bitch wanna twerk on me down

Asking me if my girl around, tryna get me ca-a-aught

Wreaking havoc

Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict

At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict, uh

The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic, uh

They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock

He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops

I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop

Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful shit

Uh-huh, brodie got it

Brodie up it, get to bussin'

If it is a problem, uh

No discussion, I get money

You do not get nothing, uh

Run up on me then it's over, .40 on me bustin', ayy

I got sick of n\*ggas daily, I need Robitussin, ayy

Ain't no fightin' when I'm round here (eeh)

Even no Tesla, ayy

I be flexin on these n\*ggas

I don't even got to move no muscle, ayy

I told you that .40 on me so no I ain't come to tussle, ayy

I ball out like Lebron James in the fourth quarter

I triple double, ayy

Talkin' that shit you get hit

Choppa make you jump like you double, ay, uh

Double that, uh

Run up on me then I'm killin' 'em, uh

.40 on me I be drillin' 'em, uh

Bitch get the fuck out your feelings

You talkin' that shit, but I'm winning, I'm winning

I told ya'll lil' n\*ggas I get it, I get it

I ball out like Kobe I'm swishin'

I don't give a fuck about n\*ggas or bitches, uh, uh

I just be in it, off of the percs

I just be killin' off of the percs

Everyday I ball out like Kobe, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'ma give em' the work

Don't save hoes I ain't goin to church

Run up on me, .40 on me get murked

I'm finna turn to a whole different person

When I take this Xanax, Perc, uh

I need the medicine, feel like the doctor

Run up on me you get hit with a choppa

n\*ggas be acting I think they need Oscars, yeah

All of my n\*ggas is problems

Run up on me then I'm finna get bossin', yeah

I shot out of nowhere, n\*ggas hatin' but that's okay

I expected that my mama told me anyway

That I gotta shine even on all the rainy days

I don't make all my songs to drop 'em, they throw aways

I shot out of nowhere, n\*ggas hatin' but that's okay

I expected that my mama told me anyway

That I gotta shine even on all the rainy days

I don't make all my songs to drop 'em, they throw aways

You don't got these on

Choppa on me, you know it will sing a song

If you wanna then we gotta come on

Uh, boollin' at the top, top, top, top

Jumpin' to the top like hopscotch, uh

I don't fight it all, I tote Glocks

I don't even gotta shoot, my bro pops, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

n\*gga came up, he done made it and shit

Remember skippin' school, gettin' faded and shit

Talkin' 'bout one day I'm finna make it and shit

Well, I made it, now I'm fuckin' famous and shit

High as hell walkin' 'round, bangin' and shit

In the studio, life changing and shit

Everything is changing, rearranging the and shit

Came from nothin', now I'm on top

Platinum records already, I just start it

Shit be hittin' me so fast, I don't know what happened

I can't even tell my friends that I made it rappin'

I'm too busy, plus my phone with feds, yeah, uh

I shot out of nowhere, n\*ggas hatin' but that's okay

I expected that my mama told me anyway

That I gotta shine even on all the rainy days

I don't make all my songs to drop 'em, they throw aways

I told that lil' bitch to ride it, ride it like a sleigh

I told her that lil' bitch she stuck with me like a slave

I went to go see my brothers grave

I remember when we were misbehave, damn

Wreaking havoc

Making songs that go platinum, off the Percs, a druggie addict

At least four pistols around me at all times, I'm a semi-addict, uh

The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic, uh

They don't want no static, uh, but I put the static in static shock

He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops

I'm in the party, off of a couple of beans, I love the Molly pop

Uh, shoot the party up, then drive off in the sunset, that's some beautiful shit