Rain (ft. Vince Staples)

Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don't waste none

Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come

Sick of hearin' cases from these niggas who ain't face none

But I'ma be the nigga that they feelin' when the day come

Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray

Stray bullet hit my brother in his mothafuckin' face

What's fate when a person don't deserve what he get?

Shootin' reckless at the father almost murdered the kid

Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?

Ain't embarrassed where I'm livin', we get merit for kills

From a family of niggas that was veteran skilled

Voted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guild

Deals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the crib

Drag him down by the river, he'll be missin' for years

And them funerals was usual, ain't sheddin' no tears

You the fall and had it better off than most of us did

Cause shit, heaven knows, heaven's gates prolly closed

And these hoes in a race for the gold

We was raised on that fork in the road

No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole

I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured kobe

The holiest of holy, nick nolte in some oakley's

That's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close

Sober I can deal 'em in the corner with my head low

Runnin' from my shadow, never ending chase

Ease the pain and the battle that's within me

Sniff the same shit that got whitney, the high heel depression

My temple feel the metal comin' out the smith & wesson, bang

Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor

My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more

Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord

This the shit I need to keep the climate warm

Wish I could get high, space migration

Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations

The magazines need a quote

Now I'm gone, sorry I don't even know

And this pain, and this pain, and this pain, and this pain

Mixed up with this rain, this rain, this rain, this rain