[Verse 1: Quickfass Cass]

Yeah

Let it rain like Mayweather in September

Money Team affiliates, more than just a member

Crash coursed into the game, This ain't no fender bender

I remember, my soul fire made them love me tender

Number one spot, yeah I'm the number one contender

No retreat no surrender, I'm the last style bender

Rough around the edges, I don't play it by the book

Never played by the book

Niggas scared, why they shook?

'Cause they know that I'ma kill it but don't know what it took

Got the eye of the tiger in my iris when they look

Breaking bad in the trailer, Heisenberg when I cook

Not a gangsta, not a crook

But there's murder on the hook

[Hook]

Let it rain (Let it rain, let it rain)

Rain all on my haters, wash their pain away (Wash their pain away, wash their pain away)

Gotta let it rain (Let it rain, let it rain)

Rain all on my haters, wash their pain away (Wash their pain)

Although it never truly goes away

[Verse 2: Stogie T]

This hell hole that we call home is no joke

It takes more than prayers and cow bones to run from

I pen on paper and touch souls, the stock rose

Like day traders on Dow Jones, it's 1 - O

If you raised tainted with brown tones, my stand point

Is to make it a all course or go on forward

It's Ban tager wheels over them pot holes

So bygones wait in the water and rise from it

Cornballs making the most noise when the toes join them

Poor boys softer than popcorn, that's how it goes more or less

Oh so molest the vocals

Call less with old folks, more lessons to grow from

The lawless and broken in conquest and [?]

See progress in Rovers but the process is more so

Niggas blow their own horn, no Nat Cole man

But can't tell the Pretty Toney's from the Soulstice, it's Stoge

[Hook]

Let it rain (Let it rain, let it rain)

Rain all on my haters, wash their pain away (Wash their pain away, wash their pain away)

Gotta let it rain (Let it rain, let it rain)

Rain all on my haters, wash their pain away (Wash their pain)

Although it never truly goes away

[Verse 3: Quickfass Cass]

Lord forgive me, I'm a slave to these diamond chains

Busting down that bezel, dancing whenever it rains

Go for dinner, guess some Tasha's is good for my gains

Swagger in my DNA, Balmain in my veins

Met the girl of my dreams but had to let her go

She was content with this life and I had to get some dough

For sure, that shit was cold and it hurt to my soul

But I feel better thinking 'bout it in this Persian coat

I'd rather die rich than to be living broke

Even if it means illicit activity, dope

By any means necessary, gotta stay afloat

Especially when my grill is flooded, I shine when I spoke

My rhymes you can quote

Tryna catch up to my level is a slippery slope

But try to hand them the rope

Some people got greedy and they're hanging their hopes

I was blessed by the gods I hope you can cope

[Hook]

Let it rain (Let it rain, let it rain)

Rain all on my haters, wash their pain away (Wash their pain away, wash their pain away)

Gotta let it rain (Let it rain, let it rain)

Rain all on my haters, wash their pain away (Wash their pain)

Although it never truly goes away