Rainman

Life goes on take it verse after verse
Bury my pain put my hurt in the dirt

Gave up on love cus that shit get you merk
All this pain in my heart got me going berserk

Aint no pain in my songs all this shit come from anger
My gma been praying she feel im in danger

But imma keep moving and toting my banger
Til them niggas run down ill be running the game up

And im tired of these niggas who flex like they wit it
When bidness get shaky im standing on bidness

No love for these niggas they snakes in the grass
And if niggas want snake me then shit uh get wicked

They say they support all the dreams i envisioned
But pray on my fall like that shit was a mission

Im swinging and hitting i cant do no missing
A deaf man gon hear me the blind see the vision

They travel to get me up off of my pivot
Cant at me in tweets so they pay me a visit

Come meet yo maker Dont make me no different
When glocks out i bet that snake turn to a cricket

Yall dont scare shit need to stop allat hissing
his momma dem worried cus he done went missing

Dont cry for em now when you knew he was tripping
You love em them tell em to stop allat dissing

You say you got bodies then show me you bout it
That choppa had flipped em like turning a profit

Got trust in my smacka he said that he got em
Then that mean he got em i dont have no problems

Im killing these niggas they pay me to stop it
I pull my glock out then i shoot i dont cock it

Talk shit about me nigga you better watch it
Heard 7.62s he took off like a rocket

Feel like the migos im fuckin yo bitch beat her lace off
She gon offset off that quavo then takeoff

He wanted smoke till my glock took his face off
i be the boss fuck around and get laid off

Laid out on the dirt bro shake back nigga get up
Out wit his potna fuck round got lit up

How you get caught lacking but you keep a stick tuck
That shit dont make sense but is straight he aint mean much

I hit the road ill be gon for a few months
This is not fair for the record its 2-1

Knife in my face imma savage like 21
He talk like he gangsta i know he wont do nun

They saw my myk g hit the block made they crew run
Shot up they spot mad it crumble like crouton

Y'all niggas ain't gangsta y'all fold like a futon
My name gon hold weight bitch I'm talking a few tons

Fuck allat talking let's shoot us a movie
Blow up yo block then go fuck on a groupie

Yo bitch on my dick so I know that she fucking
Pull out my camera I film while she sucking

I won't slow down til I sell out arenas
Can't match wit my racket like Venus Serena

I'm married to money ain't signing the prenup
They wait on my music like it was a reup



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Writer(s): Mykal Mims
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