F.a.T - Rain Prod. by Harlow Beats lyrics

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 n***a 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 n***as hate it This is original at it finest you Xerox fakers FMB greatness some young n***as that's innovators Boy we in the building like we finna renovate it Gotta change it whack n***a ya time's over In this b**h forever like the time frozen, rhyme frozen Cold and disorderly Yall sh** stay boring me k**ing any n***a song and yet yall still snoring me But f** it ima put these sleeping n***as 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 sh** will n***as care what I'm about? Tryna get the family right need something better than these streets Gotta be a God MC so f** 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 n***a steady trynna raise bail All because he wanna get his mama off that welfare Damn shame what we gotta do to maintain Think that n***a '88 he always walking with the Caine & a pistol just in case he gotta solve an issue n***a 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 sh** 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 k**in, this sh** beheaded me This is a better me, this is a better beat This is some weaponry, this sh** is hard to bite, like celery I use to handle the rock to feed the man on the block My n***as handle the rock to serve a fiend on the block I use to stop and pop and k** n***as on that court My homie stopped and popped a n***a now he gotta case in court This for my n***a Kendal who raising his baby Kendall Know these hoes tryna trap you my n***a 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 n***as tryna get all in her pants Don't let her be a victim, of having a father in the system.. That's the sh** you barely see, like white boys with rhythm. Uh huh! Rondo ain't the only n***a with a nine A cashier ain't the only n***a with some dimes Y'all n***as 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 n***a Qua in this b**h, n***a! Yeah... 619!