歌詞
Money come and money go
Nonetheless a paper chaser chasing all this Fetti bro
Want a fade, come get a taper, hide it witcha fitted yo
I barely reached my pinnacle
Ya maker or call me baker, a **** really knead the dough
This beat is turning comatose, Godbody from head to toe
If ya askin' about a hoe you gotta name her, gotta ton of those
Out the mud a flower rose, from flowerpot to pot on stove
Thank god everyday that grandma took us out of Santa Grove (On God)
Eat the features leave 'em speechless
Swim with sharks, watch for leaches
**** greedy they egregious
Been lookin' for a reason
To let the flame heat a heathen
Leave 'em leaking, see the sequence
Pray I get my reaping season
Before the reapers sees me
In the night my mind race
While I'm as high as the crime rates
If I get evicted from life
Could I crash at Most High place
First come first serve
What if I got to the line late
No answer told me Stevie
No wonder they call it blind faith
These prayers ain't workin'
They only peep the waters deep when shit comes to surface
Your depth depends on what your thirst is
And the sea don't quench the undeserving
I'll drown to fill my cup flood what's around and build from the ground till it's back up (Whoa)
Views from the top I'm High Rated
Poured till I was empty now I'm dehydrated
Thankfully my hearts dry, I could see who hides hatred
It takes things going dark to get your sight back
My circle keep me afloat, they my life raft
The pain come in waves
Been on my brain for some days
GPS glitchin' I got lost in my Waze
But the gang keep me sane
Learned to weather the storm
Now I stand in the Rain with my pain
(Sun Through The Rain)
Written by: Altarik W., Jeremiah A
