Mac Miller - Rain Lyrics
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don't waste noneKnock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes comeSick of hearin' cases from these niggas who ain't face noneBut I'ma be the nigga that they feelin' when the day comeThirsty for the pay, young niggas led astrayStray bullet hit my brother in his motha*****in' faceWhat's fate when a person don't deserve what he get?Shootin' reckless at the father almost murdered the kidOr is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?Ain't embarrassed where I'm livin', we get merit for killsFrom a family of niggas that was veteran skilledVoted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guildDeals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the cribDrag him down by the river, he'll be missin' for yearsAnd them funerals was usual, ain't sheddin' no tearsYou the fall and had it better off than most of us didCause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven's gates prolly closedAnd these hoes in a race for the goldWe was raised on that fork in the roadNo food on our plate, just the meals that we stole[Verse 2: Mac Miller]I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured KobeThe holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley'sThat's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept closeSober I can deal 'em in the corner with my head lowRunnin' from my shadow, never ending chaseEase the pain and the battle that's within meSniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depressionMy temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bangSay a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floorMy ***** hate me, always tell me I should smile moreOff them drugs that hit you in your spinal cordThis the shit I need to keep the climate warmWish I could get high, space migrationPretend I can just fly to great vibrationsThe magazines need a quoteNow I'm gone, sorry I don't even know[Outro: Mac Miller]And this pain, and this pain, and this pain, and this painMixed up with this rain, this rain, this rain, this rain
