Rain

Got to go hard 'cause I heard some niggas knocking me
Watch my surroundings 'cause I heard some people watching me
Hustler ambition, swear to God it ain't no stopping me
They like the way I do it so I guess that's why they copy me
In the rain while it's storming, gotta make it out
Stack up that money, none of my niggas will see a drought
They speaking on me then you knowing I'ma see what it's 'bout
Two twenty-three up in the closet, I'ma bring it out

I made a mil in a month, and this month is not over
I had a talk with my dreams, I told him I'm a lot closer
I drop the top on the rooster, in the trunk is motor
The police can't never lock us 'cause they can never control us
I pray I never lose focus, hope one day they will notice
That I'm the person that won but wasn't given the trophies
I got more drip than the rain, got more trips than the plane
I only fuck with them cowards 'cause I be milking the game
I do not talk to these niggas, I only talk to myself
Don't worry 'bout what I buy, 'cause bitch I bought it myself
Remember when I was down, I did not ask for no help
I ain't begging for shit, that's something I won't accept
When the rain drops, we the ones that can't stop
We done came for, I'ma do everything for her
I'ma do everything for her, I'ma do everything and more



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Goldberg, Jordan Edon, Tevin Revell, William Boyette, Kentrell Gaulden, Mark Nikolaev
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