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Rain
- i need some mary jane on my brain just to keep me sane
- i can't explain the specific lane I wish to attain
- when i feel pain i entertain my days I spent in spain
- i dont complain i just remain to myself like Bruce Wayne
- but imma be alright though
- just need some time to dim the lights low
- and smoke some nice dro, i might know
- a thing or two about the universe
- but i don't truly understand how the fuck it works
- people do not seem to realize that sometimes shit hurts
- they've assured themselves that the only way to win is hit first
- spittin dumb lines you committing scum crimes
- imma tell you this one time
- you robbin' the hood no sublime
- im eatin up the beat like it is dinner time
- i design these rhymes up in my mind
- dont do molly kids it will fuck up your spine
- and not to mention that it will make your teeth grind
- i am on the rise while you are stuck in decline
- 1:23
- supreme on the cap, and on the back
- hit some wax, relax, listen to mac
- miller, no ben stiller that's whack
- you on smack, you fill up your pipe with crack
- i attack beats then proceed to spit raps
- i keep to myself, im a quiet person
- wear a fake smile so you can never tell when im hurting
- flirting with girls take em out to dessert then
- get to work until she twerking
- those you considered friends
- turn out to be backstabbers
- these trap rappers
- need to read a book, go hit up chapters
- and what i'm after
- cannot be achieved for quite some time
- for now ill be fine sipping on this white wine
- my life's on incline
- so i will never be looking back wishing i could rewind
- like a tape deck, just cashed in great check
- you ain't even been paid yet
- working so hard that i am wet in sweat
- but still the ladies know that i am fresh to death
- i am completing every one of my goals step by step
- lived in the six for a while, but o town is what i rep, yep
- i've got the lungs of a g, the mind of a prep
- i bet most of you don't even know what do with yourselves yet
- 2:33
- i made it, yeah momma i made it
- people say that i'm the greatest
- ain't no need to debate it
- got faded then i skated
- through a gated community, sat under a money tree to get shaded
- put on some Mac Demarco and played it
- cause most these rappers are overrated
- they be grinding at first, then get rich just to sell out
- if she reject me when i flirt, tell the bitch get the hell out
- i wanna scream and shout, not sit and pout
- runnin circles round you rappers like a roundabout
- you be acting fishy like you hanging around trout
- don't know what it's about, don't know what to call it
- like Kevin Gates its retarded
- for real, turn the key and start it
- both hands on the wheel, see this car? i bought it
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