Rain Drops

(Hook)

Popping at the mouth all day dawg,

Hunters creepin’ on you on the radar,

Want to get it right for my dead dawg,

Got to get it right before I get old,

Too many live by the game and too many come for the fame,

I’m just tryna’ bring a little change,

See my momma whipping in the Range,

(Verse)

Seen some blood and crippin’ in the Lanes,

Tryna’ find some coping for my pain,

Feel the toxins leaking in my brain,

Hands together hoping for some change, “Hey God”,

Lookin’ back you people ain’t the same, hell nah,

Gotta’ say what a day,

Hustle hard, put in work then you might get out, figured it out,

All I really want to do is raise up to the pinnacle,

A miracle offending you, it’s bringing me down,

See the sleight of hand, I know,

Scheming with the plan, I know,

Kick me with the can, I know,

Now to run away I go, y’all don’t want to see me grow,

Every time you see me you would say “What’s up?”,

“I wonder why we never keep in touch?”,

Quit playing dumb, no beef with us,

We never plugged, don’t keep it up, we’ve never known love,

(Hook)

Popping at the mouth all day dawg,

Hunters creepin’ on you on the radar,

Want to get it right for my dead dawg,

Got to get it right before I get old,

Too many live by the game and too many come for the fame,

I’m just tryna’ bring a little change,

See my momma whipping in the Range,

(Verse)

I got rain drops falling on my head,

God damn I would die,

Just to get pressure off me one second, one moment of time,

Feeling like the streets gon’ come for me,

Felt your heart and the beat don’t bump for me,

Tryna write but the words don’t come to me,

Tryna speak the truth but y’all don’t fuck with me,

Well then, guess I’m in a lane by myself then,

Guess it’s all fuck what you felt then,

Want to play games till the trail ends, that tale ends,

No I can’t flow with your wave homie,

Got my own road I got to take, lonely,

Lord show me the way to the gates, or forgive if I stray,

Life’s a game for the insane,

(Hook)

Popping at the mouth all day dawg,

Hunters creepin’ on you on the radar,

Want to get it right for my dead dawg,

Got to get it right before I get old,

Too many live by the game and too many come for the fame,

I’m just tryna’ bring a little change,

See my momma whipping in the Range