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letra de child of the rain - omen

[produce by jdiablo]

[verse 1]
they sayin’ omen where the f-ck you been? the game needs resuscitation
i breathe life in hip-hop this how you n-ggas thanked em?
while i ignored them it started to get ridiculous
so i’mma just remind you why my name is so ubiquitous with differentness
meticulously wreck any n-gga at any juncture
i’m feeling like a ruthless mother f-cka, it’s overdue
i’ve always done what i’m supposed to do
so all the hate could never stop me it provides me with the fuel
to get this money. think it’s funny? sl!ck talk could get your group shot
the buddha got me higher than tyler, the creators tube socks
cruising down the block doors up on the aventador
this the type of life that motherf-cka’ sell they soul for
so on and so fourth, forty four mags aimed directly at your front porch
if you in my path you’re getting scorched
i. been insane since wayne gretzky was a ranger
melted all my action figures and broke barbies out of anger
probably due to no father don’t bother tryna’ relate
sitting contemplating how many pills should i take?
as i riddle an adderall rhythm high off of ritalin
so all these rec execs can sit there and just consider him to be another gimmick?
but no n-gga can mimic how i does it or how i did it, word to my obs-xxed fitted
quit it, or i’mma smack a n-gga or two
got suave beside me like, “yo son they bigger than you”
while my napoleon complexion telling me it ain’t true
and they can imitate my style but can’t do what i do, so until they do
i’mma remain a top selection and go harder than a geodude p-ssing with an erection

[hook x2]
i’m a child of the rain, i fell victim to the fame
the pain overlaps my sanity, now i’m insane
will the rain ever end? d-mn where do i begin?
it’s like i’m trapped inside a never ending race, i can’t win

[verse 2]
i, avalanche through in the coupe, to step in the booth
blue suits and polo boots, stussy cap on my roof
a hundred proof liquor make a n-gga forget all his sorrows
with a little dumb luck, they’ll all resolves themselves tomorrow
pick up, right where i left off, light up and lift off
urban hang suites where wedding rings get slipped off
first cl-ss i travel, thicker plots get unraveled
am i ill? well motherf-cka’ does a p-wn star haggle?
d-mn right! my intercontinental mental cripples any n-gga imitating
my location is fickle cause it’s simple it’s the jet life
until i reach my next life. load the boarding p-sses and check in for my next flight
digitally minded, i’m blinded by applications
30,000 feet higher than the n-ggas that’s hating
guess i made it since they all envy em
mercedes benz emblems & hublot faces with the masonic symbolism isn’t what i’ve pictured
but it’s something i’ve encountered
along with the money, the women, and the powder
11 hour flights under meteor showers with the pain that towers over my existence
listen i, christen thee and glisten on anything that i touch
i had a million problems and rolled them all in a dutch twisted them up and then ignited ’em and still despite the spite in him i walk on holy water and spit like jesus writes for ’em

[hook x2]

[verse 3]
and still they dubbing me the greatest in a game plagued with anguish
if they ain’t talking bout business then they ain’t speaking my language
understand this. i’ve planned this, spent my life searching for answers
all i got was more questions, the devil keeps dancing
on the black and white tiles in the soul of my inner child
as i laugh exhaling smoke i withdrew from a black and mild, with no forethought
impulsive as a reckless teenager, your style’s a bb gun when compared to a 12 gauger
i engage em and endanger the livelihood of this rap sh-t
stacking up my paper, i’m flipping it like a mattress
i’m serious as cancer but a little less chronic
buck 50 on the dash got me driving like i’m sonic
gin & tonic in my system
mary magdellan l!ckin em spitting scriptures of potency marijuana afflicting em
couldn’t balance with school
taught myself the curriculum and put it in my verses
you can sense the conviction in em
picturing my sanity, i left it in miami balled up in some panties
next to some nose candy
sh-t was dandy til i broke my noose loose cop a new couple
and had your girl sucking me off the top like a roof scoop

- omen

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