Yeah, livin' life like this Gotta paint a picture when I write like this Tales from my hood, not a sight like this Where they up to no good on a night like this And they murder motherfuckers just cause Type of shit I see and probably wonder what it was I

Make it rain Make it rain down low Oh make it rain And just the same When the sins of my father Weigh down in my soul And the pain of my mother Will not let me go

I love chrome and paint, lookin' for some motherfuckin' corners to bank West coast what the fuck you thank? Everybody here off weed and drank (everybody) Before you check my rims When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs You better check ya friends

Heaven light a way for a fallen Let me ease the pain from my mother But he feels the deception in his head Down by the lake of Mississippi A boy was born poor and abandoned And as he walk you could hear him yearning For a home and he prays And by the