Rain Prod. by Harlow Beats

Intro:

Yeah.. It's funny how, no matter what path you take, good or bad, you still gotta go through some rain to get to the success. Yeah, shoutout my nigga Ty man.. Shoutout to also the producer Harlow Beats, you made a hit with this one

Verse 1 (TC):

TC creative I'm bout to make it so niggas hate it
This is original at it finest you Xerox fakers
FMB greatness some young niggas that's innovators
Boy we in the building like we finna renovate it
Gotta change it whack nigga ya time's over
In this bitch forever like the time frozen, rhyme frozen
Cold and disorderly
Yall shit stay boring me
Killing any nigga song and yet yall still snoring me
But fuck it ima put these sleeping niggas in a coma
Greatness in your presence, can't you smell the aroma?
That strive for greatness mixed with dedication and them nights of doubt
Like can I make this rapping shit will niggas care what I'm about?
Tryna get the family right need something better than these streets
Gotta be a God MC so fuck a brick I need a beat
But if that's you do ya thing homie we gotta eat
Rather move crowd with Alicia Keys than move the keys
Know a real nigga steady trynna raise bail
All because he wanna get his mama off that welfare
Damn shame what we gotta do to maintain
Think that nigga '88 he always walking with the Caine
& a pistol just in case he gotta solve an issue
Nigga try em now it's R.I.P homie we miss you!
Thinking back on all the times we tried to run the game
Swear the strongest liquor couldn't take away the pain!
My head high to see the sunshine in the rain
In the rain..

Yeah okay okay...
I keep adding another line like I a line I took out like

Verse 2 (Fat):

First off I'm allergic to penicillin...
But I can use a pen to show you just how I'm feelin...
This pen is spillin', the beans on shit I gotta deal with
That'll then help me mold into something like penicillin...
This pen is sealin', my legacy, don't get ahead of me
This pen is stealin', this pen is killin, this shit beheaded me
This is a better me, this is a better beat
This is some weaponry, this shit is hard to bite, like celery
I use to handle the rock to feed the man on the block
My niggas handle the rock to serve a fiend on the block
I use to stop and pop and kill niggas on that court
My homie stopped and popped a nigga now he gotta case in court
This for my nigga Kendal who raising his baby Kendall
Know these hoes tryna trap you my nigga but keep ya dribble
Understand as a man, it always is the plan
To keep your daughter in your life, and to hold her with your hands
Don't give another dude a chance, man take her to that dance
Let her know about the niggas tryna get all in her pants
Don't let her be a victim, of having a father in the system..
That's the shit you barely see, like white boys with rhythm. Uh huh!
Rondo ain't the only nigga with a nine
A cashier ain't the only nigga with some dimes
Y'all niggas jungle cats, yeah just always lying
I was a misplaced watch, just losing time..

Outro:

Aye, aye
You gone, you gone
You gone, you gone
You gone go through some change
To see the sunshine, you gotta see a little rain..

Aye, aye, aye
You gone, you gone go through some change
To see the sun shine, you gotta see a little rain..

Yeah, yeah
You gone, you gone, we gone, we gone see some better days
We just, we just, we just gotta get through the rain..

Yeah.. 619!
My nigga Qua in this bitch, nigga!
Yeah... 619!