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AR. West - "Tha Rain"
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V.1
Caught in the game, lost in the pain/
So close to the edge, death callin my name/
Doin what i can, to stand tall in the rain/
I Used to b one of many involved in a gang/
Till My homie died, wit a bullet lodged in his brain/
No pity in the city, only the strongest remain/
A year later, now I'm takin shots for the slain/
I can feel the blood boilin all in my veins/
Im heated gettin weeded, as time passes/
Searchin for a reason behind my blind madness/
on my grind tryna shine in my prime like Caccious/
Survive thru the havoc, and make it on my own/
A silent assassin, aimin for the throne/
Havin regrets, as Yesterday faded/
Feelin hopeless, Hopin better days waitin/
Now its like aint got Nothin to live for/
but somethin gotta give Lord, im sick of bein piss poor/
Punchin holes in my door till my fuckin fists sore/
Why do i exist Lord? Help me find the answer/
I'm furious writin lyrics till my fuckin hands hurt/
Fed up wit life like fuck this damn earth/
Walkin thru the rain, voices in my head talkin insane/
Got no job plus im broke so I gotta get paid/
Under pressure, but never will I surrender/
I give my best effort with each and every endeavor/
On a mission wit ambition, from now until forever/
Hook: 2x
Where I'm from, theres no sun, we livin under the rain/
It down pours on the poor feel a hustlers pain/
N the midst of calamity my family surviving/
Trapped in the ghetto, strapped ridin
V.2
Only 22 but ain't nothin new to me/
Guns and drugs, daily floodin my community/
Fiends on the streets, Young thugs clutching heat/
Hungry so they Hustlin just for Somethin to eat/
All while being targeted by the Corrupted police/
It's a war zone, to the victims no remorse shown/
Hollow tips ripped right thru his fuckin torso/
Now he on the floor soaked, in his own blood/
The game freezin cold, so I show no love/
Been in the thick of this shit ever since i sold drugs/
Blowin dro, rollin solo on low pro dubs/
Gold chain, black t, bumpin thru the backstreets/
CREAM, It's this cash that attracts me/
livin at fast speeds, paranoid ready to blast heat/
Cuz motherfuckas b runnin around tryna jack me/
c I'm from a town Where they jump men for Jordans/
And a college degree just ain't fuckin important/
Where more and more baby mommas gettin abortions/
And the pigs illegally b searchin shit without a warrant/
They hit me wit 6, tried to get me to snitch/
Puttin threats on my life tryna get me to flinch/
But i didnt budge, Trust i never said shit/
I was raised better than that, no matter what/
Ima b wherever the cheddar is at/
Leavin every fuckin one of my competitors last/
Fuck the narcs, I roam the streets wit heart/
Smokin weed at the park, full court playin basketball/
Stayin true to the game till my fuckin casket fall/
Till I OD, I'ma b on it like a addict dawg/
Pushin weight makin my cash and I'ma stack it tall/
That's on everything/
See I promise I'm get my family outta here/
Buy my momma a new crib, cuz man I'm bout it yea/
Hook: 2x
Where I'm from, theres no sun, we livin under the rain/
It down pours on the poor feel a hustlers pain/
N the midst of calamity my family surviving/
Trapped in the ghetto, strapped ridin
credits
released January 11, 2015
Lyrics by AR. West
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