The Rain
Sometimes I feel like the coldest I study my vibes sometimes
I see through lies no lie
I know that I'm different the devil can get a hold of spirit
I was down bad with no one uplift me but now they treating me totally different
My mother she told me this world a be wicked if you get a shot just don't miss it
Too much on the line I won't risk it
They tried to tear me apart I admit it
I wasn't always a saint I was sinner
Mastered them p's like I started no limit
I had them pounds in the car I remember
On them cold nights I was starving for dinner
I said I'll make it they thought I was wishing Mind of a genius the hart of a killer soul of a king don't involve me with issues
I got stabbed in my back a few times took the blade then I carved my initials
I got blood on my hands I get violent I'm trying resolve what I been through
Love and hate a thin line don't you you cross the wrong side that my cause me to end you
If you wasn't there when I needed a little then don't call my phone when it seem beneficial
Everyone hated Chris now I'm here it's way too long stuck in the middle
Niggas counted me out I was locked out the house I was young we was children
Had my back on the wall but I always stand tall I taught to go get it
Had my head in the clouds then I starting brainstorming and thought about this one
I see through lies no lie
I know that I'm different the devil can get a hold of spirit
I was down bad with no one uplift me but now they treating me totally different
My mother she told me this world a be wicked if you get a shot just don't miss it
Too much on the line I won't risk it
They tried to tear me apart I admit it
I wasn't always a saint I was sinner
Mastered them p's like I started no limit
I had them pounds in the car I remember
On them cold nights I was starving for dinner
I said I'll make it they thought I was wishing Mind of a genius the hart of a killer soul of a king don't involve me with issues
I got stabbed in my back a few times took the blade then I carved my initials
I got blood on my hands I get violent I'm trying resolve what I been through
Love and hate a thin line don't you you cross the wrong side that my cause me to end you
If you wasn't there when I needed a little then don't call my phone when it seem beneficial
Everyone hated Chris now I'm here it's way too long stuck in the middle
Niggas counted me out I was locked out the house I was young we was children
Had my back on the wall but I always stand tall I taught to go get it
Had my head in the clouds then I starting brainstorming and thought about this one
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Writer(s): Christopher Dock
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