Geech7 - Stop the rain

It's Six am im watching movies w the sound off
Thinking bout Mac Miller
Or did i fall off
I can't stop the rain
Du died i couldn't feel the pain
I was feeling numb anyway
Get high to the sky
Momma say i look dumb ina face
Stealing Amsterdam out her wood grain cabinet
Now I'm bustin down plastic packages
My plays hate me cause i never bag it
my bitch hate me say i got a lot of baggage
She act like I'm stray jacket crazy
got loose screws i can manage
Man fuck that Shìt only god can stop they rain
take off my hood & endure all the pain
Asking when we gonna be ona same page
Shawty feel bad energy angel numbers & sage
That energy hit my brother he mixing perc w the lean
Pop say fw the dusse & but you can fw the honey
I be Beatin her back in i know what work for me
Thinking bag everyday broke wont work for me
Could make broke work for free
I could sell blacks stripes to a bumble bee
Spit out some calamari i remember eating bumble bee
Still a fly nigga usta wear the flight coat & the butter ts
Mfs usta laugh at me when i wore the dickies
When Shìt come in style that's gone tell you who dickeat
They don't dictate a thing when you bound for the big leagues
I feel like cam Thomas finna go ball in city swap out a p that like getting a Jersey from me
Catch me while I'm here i be moving some urgency
They catch you right there care if it's first second or third degree
But i also know some niggas that's tryna get they third degree
I was blessed enough to see eighteen & get my first degree
But out here it ain eighteen it's more so twenty-one
That back door open up
I came threw that bitch w a pistol i was looking for some
Nigga switch might gotta putta whole in one
aiming for the green but this could be a whole in one
Tell me the whole sale number ,
I'm coming more than once
Put them bitches ina Kia not a buggie
this bitch still pack a punch
State trooper behind me guess the sky clouding up
The rain ain gone never stop i got my mind made up
I'm take a risk forever i know what the fine print was
Took his shit w out my gun they described it's a mug
Know how how i got this shit
Got it out the mud

Written by:
Marcus Bolton

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