WHEN IT RAINS

I got a couple of mansions Still I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghost writers But to these kids it don't actually matter They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I said, "I don't have any answers." 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers And actually comin' from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling!" "We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!" But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me The inability to pen humility Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em? Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back 'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, yeah I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options But I think it's inevitable They know what button to press or what lever to pull To get me to snap though (Lil' bitch) And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger But you've been takin' the dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?) On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin' Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits I'm asleep at the wheel again As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent Of another beat I'ma kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin It better be at least 70 to 300 milligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Levels to this shit, I got an elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain to pour In that drought, y'all been prayin' for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall, that outlaw That they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboy I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, yeah I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options Look, I don't know what's gotten into me I could be off of my rocker potentially Bigger I get, the more they thinkin' less of me Don't be the one to insult my integrity Put down the whistle I'm done with you referees Y'all don't know nothing You think you ejected me 'Til I show up in the game, like, "Remember me?" I gotta make it, these people depend on me Ayy, that's how I'm living these days Threaten my wife, keep digging that grave I had a job making minimum wage Told myself that I gotta get paid Prove myself, yeah, get up my grades Walk into class like, "Gimme that A" Think I'm trash? Put a bag in your face And I put you by the road like "Look we're the same" Here's a reminder that I still spit Think I need to advise you to watch your lip Or at least realize that I'm not no kid Don't Google my name tryna find my crib Write a pop song, then I write a song like this Do a lot wrong? Doesn't matter, I learn quick I'm an outlaw, my brain has no fence Doesn't matter either way to me 'cause even if it did I would destroy it (Woo, woo, woo) Used to be employee, now I'm employer Making big deals, now I gotta get lawyers People tell me to relax and enjoy it But when I kick back, I see warnings So much time might pass, can't ignore it Every time I rap and I'm recording Might be my last so I absorb it 'cause I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, yeah I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options