Mycul - Rain Lyrics

I used to love walking in the rain
Something bout the water how it wash away the pain
My mother I love her but all feel is shame in a way
I don't even hug her all that I contain in my veins
Is some trouble bubbling until it bangs
People wondering just what I am, just a man
Maybe not, toting this baby glock through my land
Pray to god I don't use it again but
When you premeditate shit manifests
And when you elevate past the ladder steps
That's when you separate from the average men
Now they cannot stand all the ways that you passing them
That's why I'm zooming by all these foolish guys
F*cking from 2 to 5 just ya boo and I
I'm letting you decide cuz the truth is I
I don't give a f*ck no more bout the hustle
So what I'm cutthroat, forged from the struggle
Born in a storm made my dome like a puzzle
Normal I'm not I'm abnormal and nutso
Wars on my block bullets soar right above you
My brother bought a vest to protect my chest
Then I bought a teck to protect my friends
And I get respect nigga ever since
I was young niggas feel the threat as I'm stepping in
Maybe now you would understand
When you own your block that's an upper hand
Stacking up a lot is the f*cking plan
Make it out alive never come again
Dodging any time you don't wanna spend
Not a day they will give you life just because your mans
But I am not giving up my friends
Those my brothers ima ride the f*cking end
These my brothers I will die when it comes to them
On my life take your life if it's us or them
Stood tall outside when I could've ran
F*ck y'all I won't lie only on the stand

I could tell you all the times I never ran
I could talk about the times I let it blam
If you think he lying then go and test the man
I just wanna orchestrate a better plan
I just wanna formulate a better chance
Maybe if I storm the gates of heaven then
If I stay a while I'll make it to Neverland
When I make it out I'm coming back with the gang
And you could try to tell me don't I won't stop
All my niggas feel at home on the block
Sitting down on the throne that's the stoop
Now the coup full of birds that's the flock
Off the roof just observing my spot
Lot of loot just off serving a lot
And all the Glocks make the murders come true
When they shoot they put holes in your top
Enough of that shit yea I'm on my rap shit
Spittin classics everyday I like to practice
Cuz this is magic however you wanna tag it
There was casket I hopped out and did a backflip
Killer tactics for real yea I'm an assassin
Mister Manson wit skills I ended up rappin
This been my passion for years I saw it could happen
I'm from Manhattan where they'll body ya for glances
That's why I wanna leave out this place
It's a race only demons escape
I been on the chase know some peers that ain't make the cut
They got shot up know my tears they ain't fake
I seen him grow up disappeared with no trace
Then he popped up reappeared on a lake
That's why my triggers up towards your ear or your face
So bitch your lucks up you come near it's too late
It's ok nowadays I behave and be sober as f*ck
But I lay with that cobra tucked
Hey plot on me that's that day you decay
Have your soul risen up like the sun as it goes into dusk