This is strictly motivation for my ****

Pain is motivation on the path to make it bigger

We gon make it, we gon make it

Focused on the mission

Praying every day and mama stay up in them scriptures

I put my heart in every line

The sun it won't shine

The tears in my eyes

They fall when I cry

They say they say the rain gon pour

The sun won't shine

I try to hide

The tears my eyes

The tear my eyes

They fall when I cry

The rain pouring on my **** and we trying to make it

I was born to wear crown and I'm coming to take it

Little **** downtown east End

Where they set up to lose and the system to win

My **** whipping a Benz and he ain't never went to College probably teach a business class

PHD in economics

Spent his life up in the trenches

Did his best to keep it honest

Bill money probably dirty but he gonna do the shit he promised

Imagine being at the bottom

We raised by our mamas

Every time I hit the road

I tell the devil get behind me

Got the heart of Malcolm X so if trouble try to find me

I'll leave a Smith and Wesson stain in your motha fucking laundry

But That was just the pain talking

Just the game talking

My **** was leaving the corner store when them stray Bullet caught em

I said thats just the pain talking

**** got slain walking

If his daddy was around then he probably wouldn't Have fallen

But the system still got em

The sun it won't shine

The tears in my eyes

They fall when I cry

They say they say the rain gon pour

The sun won't shine

I try to hide

The tears my eyes

The tear my eyes

They fall when I cry

The sun it, won't shine

The tears in my eyes

They fall when I cry

They say they say the rain gon pour

The sun won't shine

I try to hide

The tears my eyes

The tear my eyes

They fall when I cry

And Keep your head up to my sisters

All the strong black mothers

And keep your head up to my fathers

All the strong black brothers

You sacrificed and gave the knowledge you had

I put my heart in every verse and shed some tears for My dad

When he was living he had

Not much to show for the grind

He was the first who taught Rashad to count his Money in time

So wasted time is wasted dimes that's the moral of that

My uncle picked me and my sister up and told me could rap

Then he was shot in the back

I'm talking two to the head

So now my ****, even my **** mama gripping the Led

We need relief not no meds

I told my cousin instead, of her pops it shoulda been Aundre Raashad that was dead

But that was just the pain talking

Just the pain talking my **** had 4 kids who loved They father like he loved em

That's just the pain talking

**** got slain walking

Wish my uncle was around to see his daughters grow to women

Fuck the system cuz they took him

The sun it won't shine

The tears in my eyes

They fall when I cry

They say they say the rain gon pour

The sun won't shine

I try to hide

The tears my eyes

The tear my eyes

They fall when I cry

The sun it, won't shine

The tears in my eyes

They fall when I cry

They say they say the rain gon pour

The sun won't shine

I try to hide

The tears my eyes

The tear my eyes

They fall when I cry