Rain Falls

[Intro: Grafh]

Ayy, what's up? Oh

Ayy, Griselda, Dope Gang

Look

[Verse 1: Grafh]

Y'all don't know what to do when I show you the blueprint

I ain't water it down 'cause I didn't know you was stupid

You searchin' online for the truth that I throw in the music

I can show it and prove, I don't gotta post it to prove it (I don't)

I know how to cock it, I know how to load it and shoot it

I'm alkaline water amongst all the sodas and juices

You went from what's crackin' to what's poppin'

I beat a body, then go gun shoppin'

You're scared of the dark, my nigga, you sun-blockin'

I'm hotheaded, my tongue dropped in a plug socket

Take your lung, pop it, then I lunchbox it (Ow)

I jump shot it and double-pump rockets 'til my blood clot blood-clottin'

Fuck stoppin'

Your man got jumped, he was just watchin'

I left your body in the trunk rottin'

House niggas never pluck cotton

I'm just boxed in

Jabbin', I'm just boxin'

Jumped up, dodgin'

I'm from where Santa Claus ain't never come stuff stockings

You hustle or play ball, those are fucked up options

I just fucked memory lane up drunk drivin'

What? What? What could y'all do to me?

My ex tryna put a hex on me, voodoo me

This heavy artoolery

Strapped with the semi harpoonery

I'm multitaskin', lookin' at your chain' while I'm Googlin' where to pawn jewelry

I ain't with the tomfoolery

I'm Huey P in the wrong community

All my laundry is Louis V

I burned a Moncler, Prada, and Gucci tee

Inside a eulogy, I'd rather you to me, partner

[Chorus: Grafh]

When the shots fly and the rain falls

It's a homicide, tell me, who can you call?

When it's all lies, you can be right or wrong

It can be you or me, who's ever with on the draw

Mama, pray for me

Just pray for me, uh

Ayy

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

You got shooters layin' all in your bushes and grass

Waitin' for you so they can be took to the cash

Got you openin' your safe and got you pullin' out cash

And you know what happen next when they pull up his mask

Nigga, the muzzle flash and the bullet'll pass

Through your melon, your whole shit gettin' put on the glass

Robbery gone bad, news bulletin flash

I laugh 'cause I'm the nigga that put up the bag

Yeah, I'ma be straight as long as my mama pray for me

If you gon' be around, you gotta spray for me

Uh, gotta be solid all the way for me

Real nigga, that's somethin' you ain't gotta say for me (You already know what time it is)

My resume'll vouch (Uh)

You was never straight, you ain't never weigh an ounce (Ha)

I'm with your bitch, 'bout to penetrate her mouth (Huh?)

I give the word, a nigga finna spray your house (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Motherfucker