Rain

I used to love walking in the rain

Something bout the water how it wash away the pain

My mother I love her but all feel is shame in a way

I don't even hug her all that I contain in my veins

Is some trouble bubbling until it bangs

People wondering just what I am, just a man

Maybe not, toting this baby glock through my land

Pray to god I don't use it again but

When you premeditate shit manifests

And when you elevate past the ladder steps

That's when you separate from the average men

Now they cannot stand all the ways that you passing them

That's why I'm zooming by all these foolish guys

Fucking from 2 to 5 just ya boo and I

I'm letting you decide cuz the truth is I

I don't give a f*ck no more bout the hustle

So what I'm cutthroat, forged from the struggle

Born in a storm made my dome like a puzzle

Normal I'm not I'm abnormal and nutso

Wars on my block bullets soar right above you

My brother bought a vest to protect my chest

Then I bought a teck to protect my friends

And I get respect nigga ever since

I was young niggas feel the threat as I'm stepping in

Maybe now you would understand

When you own your block that's an upper hand

Stacking up a lot is the fucking plan

Make it out alive never come again

Dodging any time you don't wanna spend

Not a day they will give you life just because your mans

But I am not giving up my friends

Those my brothers ima ride the fucking end

These my brothers I will die when it comes to them

On my life take your life if it's us or them

Stood tall outside when I could've ran

F*ck y'all I won't lie only on the stand

I could tell you all the times I never ran

I could talk about the times I let it blam

If you think he lying then go and test the man

I just wanna orchestrate a better plan

I just wanna formulate a better chance

Maybe if I storm the gates of heaven then

If I stay a while I'll make it to Neverland

When I make it out I'm coming back with the gang

And you could try to tell me don't I won't stop

All my niggas feel at home on the block

Sitting down on the throne that's the stoop

Now the coup full of birds that's the flock

Off the roof just observing my spot

Lot of loot just off serving a lot

And all the Glocks make the murders come true

When they shoot they put holes in your top

Enough of that shit yea I'm on my rap shit

Spittin classics everyday I like to practice

Cuz this is magic however you wanna tag it

There was casket I hopped out and did a backflip

Killer tactics for real yea I'm an assassin

Mister Manson wit skills I ended up rappin

This been my passion for years I saw it could happen

I'm from Manhattan where they'll body ya for glances

That's why I wanna leave out this place

It's a race only demons escape

I been on the chase know some peers that ain't make the cut

They got shot up know my tears they ain't fake

I seen him grow up disappeared with no trace

Then he popped up reappeared on a lake

That's why my triggers up towards your ear or your face

So bitch your lucks up you come near it's too late

It's ok nowadays I behave and be sober as f*ck

But I lay with that cobra tucked

Hey plot on me that's that day you decay

Have your soul risen up like the sun as it goes into dusk