Correction Lyrics Grey Clouds & Raindrops by Rexx Life Raj

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Look, ayy

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 f*ck
Plus I've been big as f*ck since I was little
Shit, never outgrew the silly shit
When Dev died, I realized how f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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

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