[Verse 1: Dontique]
Only the Lord knows how I’m standing here
Fly all my life, but our plane never had no landing gear
Result of teenage love, ain’t no advantage there
But couldn’t exist any other way—that’s what I plan to share
Big Ma was instrumental after they jumped out the window
Just in time for the Crack Era to console friends and kinfolk
It wasn’t going nowhere, Ralphie May on a gym rope
So the kids had to adapt to the parents trapped on them slopes
If partying kept the roof on fire, our shit was always engulfed
‘Cause there was times it was there, others just mirrors and smoke
Had that gas mask on but still seen clearer than most
Gear and blankets in trash bags, that gypsy spirit invoked
So the blessings here when we toast ‘cause we know what could have happened
Some friends died in drug deals, shootouts, or through crimes of passion
How many thought these knuckleheads would make it this far? I bet not even a fraction
And we was the ones the teachers tried to discard ‘cause we always ready for action
Yeah
[Hook: Wyme and Dontique]
Get so used to the rain when you’re
Born in the storm
Get so used to the pain that the
Feelings are gone
Get so used to the rain when you’re
Born in the storm
Get so used to the pain that we
Question heaven when we in it, every second, every minute
[Verse 2: CF]
Only the Lord knows why I’m standing here
Guerilla troops in ghillie suits, we rocking camo gear
No cameras near, ain’t no photo op. My foes soda pop, they panda bears
A sniper with panoramic view from the vantage point of the man upstairs
My shooters blast your Hugo Glass, grizzly with vision, bitches
They couldn’t bear witness. I kill the ops, got triple sixes
[?] my grandfather was an alcoholic
A little liquor let me channel his spirit, I count his losses
His pain is in my veins, I guess I’ll drown in all this
It’s sink or swim, ain’t got my fins, and now my wave’s enormous
The wild orchard seed who grew up from the ground, lost
In the forest, no child support—shit, my father ain’t give a fuck, ignored us
So I’ma cut the cord quick. Momma just couldn’t control me, rhyming
A menacing soldier, remind me of Menace II Society, O-Dog [?]
Sober-minded, my grandma was warm-hearted. She put that fire
In me, so I let that rifle empty on these soft targets
Get ‘em!
[Hook: Wyme and Dontique] (x2)
Get so used to the rain when you’re
Born in the storm
Get so used to the pain that the
Feelings are gone
Get so used to the rain when you’re
Born in the storm
Get so used to the pain that we
Question heaven when we in it, every second, every minute
Only the Lord knows how I’m standing here
Fly all my life, but our plane never had no landing gear
Result of teenage love, ain’t no advantage there
But couldn’t exist any other way—that’s what I plan to share
Big Ma was instrumental after they jumped out the window
Just in time for the Crack Era to console friends and kinfolk
It wasn’t going nowhere, Ralphie May on a gym rope
So the kids had to adapt to the parents trapped on them slopes
If partying kept the roof on fire, our shit was always engulfed
‘Cause there was times it was there, others just mirrors and smoke
Had that gas mask on but still seen clearer than most
Gear and blankets in trash bags, that gypsy spirit invoked
So the blessings here when we toast ‘cause we know what could have happened
Some friends died in drug deals, shootouts, or through crimes of passion
How many thought these knuckleheads would make it this far? I bet not even a fraction
And we was the ones the teachers tried to discard ‘cause we always ready for action
Yeah
[Hook: Wyme and Dontique]
Get so used to the rain when you’re
Born in the storm
Get so used to the pain that the
Feelings are gone
Get so used to the rain when you’re
Born in the storm
Get so used to the pain that we
Question heaven when we in it, every second, every minute
[Verse 2: CF]
Only the Lord knows why I’m standing here
Guerilla troops in ghillie suits, we rocking camo gear
No cameras near, ain’t no photo op. My foes soda pop, they panda bears
A sniper with panoramic view from the vantage point of the man upstairs
My shooters blast your Hugo Glass, grizzly with vision, bitches
They couldn’t bear witness. I kill the ops, got triple sixes
[?] my grandfather was an alcoholic
A little liquor let me channel his spirit, I count his losses
His pain is in my veins, I guess I’ll drown in all this
It’s sink or swim, ain’t got my fins, and now my wave’s enormous
The wild orchard seed who grew up from the ground, lost
In the forest, no child support—shit, my father ain’t give a fuck, ignored us
So I’ma cut the cord quick. Momma just couldn’t control me, rhyming
A menacing soldier, remind me of Menace II Society, O-Dog [?]
Sober-minded, my grandma was warm-hearted. She put that fire
In me, so I let that rifle empty on these soft targets
Get ‘em!
[Hook: Wyme and Dontique] (x2)
Get so used to the rain when you’re
Born in the storm
Get so used to the pain that the
Feelings are gone
Get so used to the rain when you’re
Born in the storm
Get so used to the pain that we
Question heaven when we in it, every second, every minute
( Billion Man Rebellion )
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