Acid Rain

Na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain Wore my jacket as a cape and my umbrella as a cane The richest man rocks the snatchless necklace Spineless bitches in backless dresses Wore my feelings on my sleeveless My weed's seedless, my tree's leafless I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses And back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus Before I believed in not believing in Yeah, I inhale, who believed in me not breathing in? Cigarette-stained smile, all covered in sin My big homie died young, just turned older than him I've seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always He still be screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways I trip to make the fall shorter Fourth quarter was just a tall order And I'm hungry, I'm just not that thirsty As of late, all my verses seem not so verse-y And all my words just mean controversy Took the team up off my back like, "That's not your jersey?" Stressing, pulling my hair out, hoping I don't get picked All this medicine in me, hoping I don't get sick Making all of this money hoping I don't get rich 'Cause niggas still getting bodied for phones Sometimes the truth don't rhyme Sometimes the lies get millions of views Funerals for little girls, is that appealing to you? From your cubicle, desktop, what a beautiful view I think love is beautiful, too Building forts from broken dams What a hoover could do For future hoopers dead from Rugers Shooting through the empty alley Could've threw him an alley-oop Helping him do good in school Damn, that acid burn when it clean ya I still miss being a seer And performing at all those open mic events Ice goals, eyes closed, seeing arenas And I still get jealous of Vic And Vic still jealous of me But if you touch my brother All that anti-violence shit goes out the window Along with you and the rest of your team Smoking cigarettes to look cooler I only stop by to look through ya And I'm only getting greedier And I'm still Mr. YOUmedia And I still can't find talent And I'm still choosing classmates that wouldn't fuck Mom still thinks I should go back to school And Justin still think I'm good enough And Mama Jan still don't take her meds And I still be asking God to show his face And I still be asking God to show his face I am a new man I am sanctified Oh, I am holy I have been baptized I have been born again I am the white light Rain, rain, don't go away