Verse One:
You see my whole life has been a buildup.
But now I'm leaking.
Overflow of thoughts, I take a jump into the deep end.
A lot on my mind, but you hardly catch me speaking.
I'm not hard to find, living life on the steep end.
I listened and I learned, analyzing every action.
From the preacher and his word, to the man who be packing.
Studied every action and figured what they lacking.
Put it all together, got a plan to get my stacks in.
I grew up on that gritty side, that witty side.
Where we ride till we die cuz we like to ride suicide.
Dreaming of the cream as we hustle in the jungle.
If you ain't know, let it go, and stay humble.
If you ain't see, let it be, no bumble.
You don't know me and you don't know what I come for.
Looking to the lord praying I don't ever stumble.
This is a quite storm, now listen to that rumble.

Hook:
Pushing through the rain, we ain't gonna stop.
Make my own lane, been through a lot.
Pushing through the pain, we ain't gonna stop.
Stay ahead of the game, headed to the top.
Pushing through the rain, we ain't gonna stop.
Make my own lane, been through a lot.
Pushing through the pain, we ain't gonna stop.
Stay ahead of the game, headed to the top.

Verse Two:
Man I been through the worse, so what the hell am I afraid of.
Why am I holding back, when my slacks been frayed off.
All the days I played off, this world that I maid up.
My body dead weight, when my soul tryna take off.
World so heavy, got the weight on my back.
Sweat my ass off like the devil in my pack.
Backpack ain't got a strap so I'm leaning.
Balance on the point, loose control of ya breathing.
Drop to my knees as I hyperventilate.
On my knees as I plead for my mind to stay awake.
Hands to my face pulling back the layers of fake.
As you try to keep pace.
How much can you take yo?
Pushing through the bullshit, ya covered in the residue.
Peer pressure taking over, pedestal affecting you.
Begging to be mentioned, lets find out what ya credit do.
Desperate for attention and begging like a peasant do.

Hook:
Pushing through the rain, we ain't gonna stop.
Make my own lane, been through a lot.
Pushing through the pain, we ain't gonna stop.
Stay ahead of the game, headed to the top.
Pushing through the rain, we ain't gonna stop.
Make my own lane, been through a lot.
Pushing through the pain, we ain't gonna stop.
Stay ahead of the game, headed to the top.

Verse Three:
Just a young little peasant with dreams of a boss.
This life ain't pleasant when you talk about cost.
Forget about the price and get the hell up out my way.
While you sit playing life, I don't really play.
A man with a vision, better listen when I'm spitting.
From a freestyle session, to the shit that I've written.
I'm tired of being poor man, it hurt me to the core man.
I ain't no fucking door man, I'm walking through the door man.
Working every day probably never be rich.
Make it just to pay it, ain't that bout a bitch.
I'm tired of generic, I'm tired of the cheap.
I'm tired of this wic, working hard every week.
Taking on the nonsense, never feeling progress.
American dream feeling more like the Loch Ness, a myth.

Hook:
Pushing through the rain, we ain't gonna stop.
Make my own lane, been through a lot.
Pushing through the pain, we ain't gonna stop.
Stay ahead of the game, headed to the top.
Pushing through the rain, we ain't gonna stop.
Make my own lane, been through a lot.
Pushing through the pain, we ain't gonna stop.
Stay ahead of the game, headed to the top.