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Rain Drops
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Rain Drops was released on April 1, 2022 by HVM Records as a part of the album Im Still Me
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Release DateApril 1, 2022
LabelHVM Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dre Corleone
Dre Corleone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrence Smith
Terrence Smith
Songwriter

Lyrics

I done seen so many crazy thangs
Went through all the crazy pain
Sitting in my room while im staring out the windowpane
**** talking tough but they scary just like Charlemagne
Never loved a hoe but I got a thing fir Mary Jane
Ain’t trippin off no wedding rang
Hector on my Diamond chain
Faded while im in driving pray to God that ion hydroplane
When hector died i cried i tried to lie but couldn’t hide the pain
Can’t wait to catch the opps cuz we gone slide all in a Hurricane
College bitch she gimme brain
I was walking in the rain
Webbie was like ODog when was growing up and I was cane
Thinking bout them days when me and john was out there hitting stains
The choppa like Aretha pull the trigger and i let it sang
**** out here envy me
Bitches wanna tend to me
Don’t claim me in the city cuz you peons aint no kin to me
Got caught up with them laws when I was back and forth to Tennessee
Dont want no bad vibes cut that shit off like an amputee
Pretty bitch she cherokee
Told the streets to marry me
And if I ever fall just make sure my brother carry me
Still fight demons but this weed my only therapy
I do this for my kid I cant let nobody burry me
Walking in the dark
Rain drops falling hard
Paint pictures when I speak so when I talk you hear my art
I lost a couple brothers but they still here in my heart
And shout out to the mob cuz they been here from the start
**** play yo part and best to play it smart
And if they talking drunk we give them mo shots than a bar
Dont know where bout im going but ik im going far
Im gone aim up at the sky and watch me shoot straight for the stars
I was taught to be man
But was out here popping xans
Spinning on some **** in my homie mama’s van
Xo mixed with runts the backwood got me in a trans
And it still fuck the system free my **** out that can
Throwed rocks and hide yo hand
You must not understand
If we can’t catch that we gone walk down on his mans
I put that shit on out the thrift store i dont care about no brands
Ill rather stack my paper so my kids can have them bands
Got to know that ian playing
And this here God’s plan
From the slums to the islands with my feet out in the sand
Forever 10 toes down and im posted where I stand
And if that **** want the static we gone make his ass a strand
Im straight up out the trench
Was never gave an inch
I watched **** ball before they fall was on the bench
What you know about yo lights off and you can not pay the rent
On them days broke asf
And in yo pocket nun but lent
They tell me run it back like trent
Fucking hoes like I was Brent
But I could never save a thot because name aint clark kent
Posting guns on the net I swear that shit dont make no sense
These beats listen to my thoughts when I get on here and vent
Walking in the dark
Rain drops falling hard
Paint pictures when I speak so when I talk you hear my art
I lost a couple brothers but they still here in my heart
And shout out to the mob cuz they been here from the start
**** play yo part and best to play it smart
And if they talking drunk we give them mo shots than a bar
Dont know where bout im going but ik im going far
Im gone aim up at the sky and watch me shoot straight for the stars
Written by: Terrence Smith
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