(*Shyna*) Cause, it's all I knoooow (Trae) I wish this life'd get better, but everyday it's like I'm wishing for nothing But still I'm walking like I'm proud, and keep it G when I'm strutting It's been a long road, watching everything unfold I'm 24 and still alive, so I respect what I'm told Some days I wonder who might go through, what I go through Where every other day, some motherfucker think they know you Come here nigga let me show you, that money don't change a thang The only thing that change, is how quick your partnas'll bust your brain I'm so use to seeing it rain, I give a fuck about the sunshine I'm adapted to pain, that's why they feel it when I spit mine It's anger when I spit lines, I remember what it was and where I'm coming from I started from nothing, that's why I'm glad I made it out the slums But that ain't do nothing, but change a nigga address Same old drama same bullshit, same old stress I'm well acquainted with the rain, so way too much that I ain't seen Yeah I'm still below the possible, it's fuck you when I'm dreaming (Hook: Shyna & (Dallas)) See I would rather, feel the rain Cause shit, don't ever change (cause shit don't ever change) So I kick it, with the rain (so I'll just kick it, see I'll just kick it with the rain) And try the best, to do my thang (and try my best, and try my best) Cause it's all I knoooow (Trae) It's like I keep feeling the pressure frustrated and agg'd, but trying to keep focus Is hell, when pain collide with the rain haven't you noticed I had a few up's in my life, and a whole bunch of them down's It's amazing, how our niggaz still around Nevetheless I find myself, doing the same thang Drop another album for the block, and try to get my change And deep beneath that all I feel, like it's the last that I'm giving While on this trip, you see my hurt no longer keeping me driven I don't even feel part of nothing, it's been that way from the get One of the realest, but I still end up the last round draft pick I thought it was coming, a twenty thousand dollar video BET denied it, cause unlike...it wasn't bout the hoes And I ain't capping, I'm just keeping it real It's prolly cause I don't be rapping, I be keeping it real I won't sell my soul for no dollar, the money cars or fame I won't even give it thought, I would rather kick it with the rain motherfucker (Hook) (Trae) It ain't too many can relate, to what I'm feeling inside I've been a loner on my own, so I continue to ride Whether my life done been sour, I still been playing my part No matter what these niggaz say, don't try to take it to heart I found myself in that situation, too many of times And start to searching for myself, but anger's all that I find I'm motivated by the doubt, that they done gained for a nigga And all this way below the belt shit, that they aim at a nigga But still I learn to continue on, to the next episode No matter the weight up on my shoulders, I'll be damned if I fold And even though, I'd rather find myself inside of the rain It's only cause I see the fake, when I'm outside of the rain And I ain't speaking on all, but yeah I'm speaking on most This show right here, is when you keep it real and Trae is the host If you ain't never been inside it, ain't no way to explain The only thing that understand me, is the drops of the rain (Hook) (Shyna) I'd rather feel the rain, (I'd rather feel the rain) Cause shit don't ever change, (cause shit don't change) So I kick it with the rain, (I kick it with the rain) And try my best to do my thang, cause it's all I knoooow