[Intro]

Yeah.. It's funny how, no matter what path you take, good or bad, you still gotta go through some rain to get to the success. Yeah, shoutout my nigga Ty man.. Shoutout to also the producer Harlow Beats, you made a hit with this one

[Verse 1: TC]

TC creative I'm bout to make it so niggas hate it

This is original at it finest you Xerox fakers

FMB greatness some young niggas that's innovators

Boy we in the building like we finna renovate it

Gotta change it whack nigga ya time's over

In this bitch forever like the time frozen, rhyme frozen

Cold and disorderly

Y'all shit stay boring me

Killing any nigga song and yet y'all still snoring me

But fuck it i'ma put these sleeping niggas in a coma

Greatness in your presence, can't you smell the aroma?

That strive for greatness mixed with dedication and them nights of doubt

Like can I make this rapping shit will niggas care what I'm about?

Tryna get the family right need something better than these streets

Gotta be a God MC so fuck a brick I need a beat

But if that's you do ya thing homie we gotta eat

Rather move crowd with Alicia Keys than move the keys

Know a real nigga steady trynna raise bail

All because he wanna get his mama off that welfare

Damn shame what we gotta do to maintain

Think that nigga '88 he always walking with the Caine

& a pistol just in case he gotta solve an issue

Nigga try em now it's R.I.P homie we miss you!

Thinking back on all the times we tried to run the game

Swear the strongest liquor couldn't take away the pain!

My head high to see the sunshine in the rain

In the rain..

Yeah okay okay...

I keep adding another line like I a line I took out like

[Verse 2: Fat]

First off I'm allergic to penicillin...

But I can use a pen to show you just how I'm feelin'

This pen is spillin', the beans on shit I gotta deal with

That'll then help me mold into something like penicillin...

This pen is sealin', my legacy, don't get ahead of me

This pen is stealin', this pen is killin', this shit beheaded me

This is a better me, this is a better beat

This is some weaponry, this shit is hard to bite, like celery

I use to handle the rock to feed the man on the block

My niggas handle the rock to serve a fiend on the block

I use to stop and pop and kill niggas on that court

My homie stopped and popped a nigga now he gotta case in court

This for my nigga Kendal who raising his baby Kendall

Know these hoes tryna trap you my nigga but keep ya dribble

Understand as a man, it always is the plan

To keep your daughter in your life, and to hold her with your hands

Don't give another dude a chance, man take her to that dance

Let her know about the niggas tryna get all in her pants

Don't let her be a victim, of having a father in the system..

That's the shit you barely see, like white boys with rhythm. Uh huh!

Rondo ain't the only nigga with a nine

A cashier ain't the only nigga with some dimes

Y'all niggas jungle cats, yeah just always lying

I was a misplaced watch, just losing time..

[Outro]

Aye, aye

You gone, you gone

You gone, you gone

You gone go through some change

To see the sunshine, you gotta see a little rain..

Aye, aye, aye

You gone, you gone go through some change

To see the sun shine, you gotta see a little rain..

Yeah, yeah

You gone, you gone, we gone, we gone see some better days

We just, we just, we just gotta get through the rain..

Yeah.. 619!

My nigga Qua in this bitch, nigga!

Yeah... 619!