I came from the rain
And when i say the rain I’m really talking about that pain
That pain when your mother left
Or when your brother dead
Or where your father went
When it wasn’t obvious
He never loved you like he said he did
I could never be an autobot when I’m a Pessimist Prime
Deception from my niggas i can’t tolerate
They know me better then my enemies and conversate
That’s not a real word
and this is not a real world
Road rules
In a ’02 Pathfinder, it was jet black
On North Jerusalem moving 10 bags
Temp tags , driving through your city like my brakes bad
Niggas never liked me and I hate that
Straight jab
Catch 2 pops like a gay dad
And I don’t like you too
At your funeral in nike suit
Ever since Wale made nike boots
I been the most proficient
I’m not nice, niggas know to listen
My bitch a yellow bone, I’m Homer Simpson
We in a dope position
Yea
So tell these rap niggas run it like we 4th and inches
I Need that verse money
I need that rest in peace shirt money
Been a long time that you ain’t heard from me
So expect the worst from me
My son do enough dirt to make the earth ugly
So Call Captain Planet
Happenstances gave me mass advances
Still I’m dealing with the backup dancers
Niggas know i sound like drake with the ab enhancements
So I better find your loving bitch
Other side of my island is still suffering
Survivor’s guilt
Sheet over the bodies is comprised of silk
Niggas know I’m outside, we ran out of milk
So how could you doubt me still