Raining in the Hood

Yeah… yeah I’m Deya for you …
If you ain’t got the heart… yeah
.yeah I’m there for you.
Digging in the mind for the rhyme like a gold mine
Hit the vein come up with the goods again
Music purify the soul for a minute like the hood when it rains
And it feels good when it rains
Gonna be a rough ride now hold good to the reigns
Struggle and survive feel good to the brain
Came along way now from popping a chain, stolen laptops just hopping a
Train
Did a lot of fhukree just for profit I’m saying
Now I’m rapping on laptops get it popping again
Feels good like find a Samps
Chop it and change
Getting paid off of music pocket a change some say they’re making movement but
nothing ain’t changed
Ain’t nothing left to do but brush it again
Nothing to lose but something to gain time to be that change or it’s back to
whatting again
If you ain’t got the heart
To go through with it
I’m there for you
I’m there for you
If you ain’t got the heart to go through with it
I’m there for you
I’m there for yoooooou
Cold days thinking back to my old ways
Blessed by my musical brothers beyond the Stone grave
Stressed but my beautiful love helped me to hold safe
To that which I treasure more than rose gold nowadays
Seen so many fall but I won’t go
That way
Forwards ever i never will travel
Back Ways
Pockets stacked Morals flat in the black taxi
This type of living isn’t right so for now it takes a back seat
Track I kill it attack like wild gorillas
Defend my pack from attack that’s how real it is
If your billin then watch for them villains
Because when you are doing good you know people catch feelings
People them bad mind I don’t want to See em
Wha dem a gwarn with gwarning so bad for?
Living that fast life could and your finished
But that ain’t no way to live now is it though
If you ain’t got the heart
To go through with it
I’m there for you
I’m there for you
If you ain’t got the heart to go through with it
I’m there for you
I’m there for yoooooou
Far from lip sync.
Models lipsing drinking getting tipsy.
Behind roped off
In the VIP’sin
Now I’m mixing with heads like
Musty Volkoff
Half way cross the globe producing that dope stuff
Rap went stale for a minute nearly dozed off
I beat my case and I blatantly strolled off
Gotta leave a legacy for the kids when they growd up
So they never have to know bout
Moving that snow stuff
Or selling that stole stuff like half of my bro’s does
It’s so rough
That’s why I had to sober up
It’s so rough
So rough
Wooooo ooo oo oo ooh yeaaaeeah
Wooooo ooo oo ooooh yeeaiiiyeeeah