Light Rain

Living in the city where there's barely such thing as a light rain
 Surrounded by the drought we all hope we're flooded with nice things
 Steady treading water in the pot trying to blow up
 Bills stacked up in the spot getting tore up
 And I ain't got an Apple watch yet but I'm right on time
 Swing low chariot, carry me like vapor
 Back home where I got my name up in the paper
 One-man show, got the theater packed out
 Head back West Coast, pull my ego back down
 'Cause I'm just another speck beneath Saturn and Mars
 Taco shop 'round the corner, that's the Saturday spot
 Can't please me with the BBQ as bad as they try
 Southern boi, that's just part of my anatomy dawg
 I can't lie, ain't quite, yet a West Coast artist
 Feel like I've still got some debts owed, charge em
 To my tab with them Southern-Southern bred folk that taught me
 How to blow the dust out of a Nintendo cartridge
 When life starts skipping, just go harder
 Dress code shining like fresh coat a varnish
 Got a fresh suit of armor getting pressed on the corner
 Look my best when I slide out to the left, James Harden
 Living in the city where there's barely such thing as a light rain
 Surrounded by the drought we all hope we're flooded with nice things
 Steady treading water in the pot trying to blow up
 Bills stacked up in the spot getting tore up
 And I ain't got an Apple watch yet but I'm right on time
 First of the month, grown man I pay the bill up
 Hump day, gotta roll up like armadillo
 Friday the 13th, I'm a straight killa
 I kick it on the 1 and the 3 like J Dilla
 Hitting on the 2 and the 4, that's 24, 7 days
 52 weeks, 50 lev'n technniques that I freak
 When the instrumental drop, cock the dental glock
 Pull my teeth back let the heat flash, menopause
 I never pause with clever bars, I levitate
 Gleamin' in the limelight, Demons in my hindsight
 Listen to completion we not in need of a sound byte
 Klondike frigid, fuck the white picket fences
 Apartment with a view, let me pose for the pictures
 Southern boy shine, give ya folk blurred vision
 When I float through the kitchen with a Boberry biscuit
 A gallon fulla reasons that I'm dope and it's spilling
 Living in the city where there's barely such thing as a light rain
 Surrounded by the drought we all hope we're flooded with nice things
 Steady treading water in the pot trying to blow up
 Bills stacked up in the spot getting tore up
 And I ain't got an Apple watch yet but I'm right on time
 Dadadadada
 Dadadadada
 Dadadadada
 Dadadadada
 Come on back...
 Feel like I'm the greatest, finna take the King's spot
 Salty hatas look like gravity witnessing wings fly
 Pinch my nerves 'cause I still remember the things I
 Did to make this happen, rhythms scribbled on napkins
 Windows riddled with cracks that seemed to mirror my passions
 My voice falling silent as single tears on a casket
 And cats could keep rhyming bout riches and cash money
 What you know about a dream till your spittin for gas money?
 Packing all your shit in the back of a Honda civic
 Breaking speed limits, trunk fulla team spirit so much that
 I need clearance, I be the sound of Durham, my speakers
 Ride with the Bull, I've got stirrups on my sneakers
 The whip's Green Bertha she's a thoroughbred to me 'cause
 I'm a 85 assassin she's a 01 classic, went
 Cackalack to Cali not a stumble in her gallop
 Backseat fulla albums, gas tank fulla talent
 Road blocks couldn't stop me, go right on trying
 My clock ain't working but I'm right on time
 Living in the city where there's barely such thing as a light rain
 Surrounded by the drought we all hope we're flooded with nice things
 Steady treading water in the pot trying to blow up
 Bills stacked up in the spot getting tore up
 And I ain't got an Apple watch yet but I'm right on time