Grey Clouds & Raindrops - Rexx Life Raj

When I was little, bro

The preacher had a prophecy that I would be a pastor (Ooh, wait)

I don’t think this what he meant

But I could feel that shit lightweight bein' a rapper (Ooh, wait)

My mama always knew that I’d be big as fuck

Plus I’ve been big as fuck since I was little

Shit, never outgrew the silly shit

When Dev died, I realized how fuckin' real it is

Tried to find his face in the stars

That’s where the ceiling is, ooh

Me no see one, why wouldn’t I see you niggas?

It feel like we watchin' reruns

He get a little shine and then I count the time 'til he done

I’ve been on clock for a minute now, but we just begun

I feel the stars align, I feel the pieces fallin' one at a time

I pray that patience fills up all the empty space in my mind

Pray for my mental, ayy

I’m rollin' like this whip on tour right now

Pray for the rental

Two-four-seven with the mob (With the mob, ayy)

They want me to stop

Never would I ever, nigga

Underdog, but we on top, ayy (But we on top, ayy)

And it won’t stop

Never will it ever, nigga

Grey clouds and raindrops

I still see the sun behind the

Grey clouds and raindrops

I still see the light, woah

When I was little, bro

The preacher had a prophecy that I would be a pastor, yeah

I don’t think this what he meant

But shit, maybe it is, 'cause I’m makin' believers ('Cause I’m makin' believers)

I travel with the word like I’m a missionary

More of a visionary

'Cause I saw more for myself than a cell or cemetery

Cemented my name in stone

It ain’t that I switched up, I just don’t be on what you on

Forever level up and grow

Write these raps like I’m writin' goals, they all in my phone

You not serious 'bout what you on, I hear it in your tone

You just want attention, bitches, money, fame

I hope you get it all just to realize you still a fuckin' lame

I don’t count success by my money, I count by lives changed

This whole shit full of mind games, my God

Pray for my mental, yeah

It get bumpy like this whip on tour right now

Pray for the rental

Two-four-seven with the mob, ayy (With the mob, ayy)

They want me to stop

Never would I ever, nigga

Underdog, but we on top, ayy (But we on top, ayy)

And it won’t stop

Never will it ever, nigga

Grey clouds and raindrops

I still see the sun behind the

Grey clouds and raindrops

I still see the light, woah