Pouring Rain

[Intro]
From the depths, I shall rise again

[Verse]
It be pouring rain, but I'm with DreProfane
Yeah, you know that's the gang and for my bros, I can't change
I'm sitting right outside, pouring rain, but that's life
Sitting out in front my house, not like Banjo, that's the south
Just kidding, not there, I ain't leaking my shit
You must be crazy if you think I'm going down like this
But I can't ever lack, you know I got that gun in my bag
In my bag, in my bag, I got my gun with my staff
And I know that I can't ever fold like a brick
But I know that I run, run around like a kid
And I try to be light and I try to be nice
Put a smile on your face, man, that's free of price
Cars driving right by, get it in the recording
Bitch, I'm not unloading, so you can ask me about anything
I'm like it's TSA, get out of my face
I don't like airports, they check for way too many things
Don't like mеtal detectors, I got kicked out in Nеw York
I had a knife in my bag, I don't look like a dork
Go check out all my work, I'm just freestyling on the track
I don't feel like writing, I'ma regret releasing that
Oh shit, here we go again, where are you? Thought you was my friend
When I speed it up it'll sound better
But right now, it's getting released never
It be pouring rain, but I'm with DreProfane
Yeah, you know that's the gang and for my bros, I can't change
I'm sitting right outside, pouring rain, but that's life
Sitting out in front my house, not like Banjo, that's the south
Just kidding, not there, I ain't leaking my shit
You must be crazy if you think I'm going down like this
But I can't ever lack, you know I got that gun in my bag
In my bag, in my bag, I got my gun with my staff
And I know that I can't ever fold like a brick
But I know that I run, run around like a kid
And I try to be light and I try to be nice
Put a smile on your face, man, that's free of price
Cars driving right by, get it in the recording
Bitch, I'm not unloading, so you can ask me about anything
I'm like it's TSA, get out of my face
I don't like airports, they check for way too many things
Don't like metal detectors, I got kicked out in New York
I had a knife in my bag, I don't look like a dork
Go check out all my work, I'm just freestyling on the track
I don't feel like writing, I'ma regret releasing that
Oh shit, here we go again, where are you? Thought you was my friend
When I speed it up it'll sound better
But right now, it's getting released never