Rainy Dayz

What do you know about becoming a man
I've been looking for the answers I don't seem to understand
Where the time between growing up and adulthood chose to be friends
Well I've been old as fuck since the day I chose to descend
I'm and old soul flow snow stowed in the Benz
And I'm cold so hoes know I don't need no friends
And I'm oh so close honing skills for the spins
I swear I'll ghost this coast, but I'ma be here again
What you know bout the man
Some would say he's a stoner
Some would say he's a brother, father like figure
Diplomas would never matter, has matters like Family
And his dad could just never master the art of monogamy so he's bastard
To people glancing around
But would they ask not a sound
And he always wondered why his pops would never pass him around
As time went on he grew to know his Grams and Mom shut him out
Here goes another story told about a kid with some doubt

Where I want to go
Is close if I believe
But what's the price of all the fame if I sell all my dreams
No one can come between, me and the mirror dog
This music here is like a gift and I'm giving it all
But when you're too involved
That's when they start to hate
Don't pay attention hold your ground and start to levitate
I gotta find some peace of mind and reach anyway
I'll keep the sun in my pocket save it for rainy days

So what you know about becoming the man
I've been writing hooks and stanzas just for me to understand
That the time between being broke and the come up about to end
I don't believe in luck, just the effort I'm putting in
If you don't know me then don't pretend that we're friends
And I don't smoke weed with anyone but my kin
I don't mold my teeth but know my soul is golden
And I cope with the beef by making heat with a pen
So I don't really intend to give in to pressure creepin
And I've spent some time dealing with people denying the gift of music
High and I'm feeling lucid
Lucy could drop a few in
I'm viewing this as a movement
For anyone who induces me to give in to doubt
You will get thrown out
And no I'm not a paperboy but boy the paper's my route
And this one here's for anyone who ever raised an eyebrow
Bitch I'm still here and won't be done until I'm laid in the ground

Where I want to go
Is close if I believe
But what's the price of all the fame if I sell all my dreams
No one can come between, me and the mirror dog
If what I have is called a gift then I'm giving it all
But when I'm too involved
That's when they start to hate
Don't pay attention, hold your ground and watch it levitate
I gotta find some peace of mind and reach anyway
I'll keep the sun in my pocket save it for rainy days

Where I want to go
Is close if I believe
But what's the price of all the fame if I sell all my dreams
No one can come between, me and the mirror dog
If what I have is called a gift then I'm giving it all
But when I'm too involved
That's when they start to hate
Don't pay attention, hold your ground and watch it levitate
I gotta find some peace of mind and reach anyway
I'll keep the sun in my pocket save it for rainy days



Credits
Writer(s): Ideal Minded, Isaiah Leonard
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