Fallin' Rain

From a small a** little tadpole

Swimmin in a fallopian tube

To a fixture on my soil

A stand up type a dude

I was brought up in the

Crack game dealin and pushin that stuff

Arguing with my folkers

Cause we loved eachother so much

Ditchin and dodgin the rollers

Grippin the block real tuff

Strikin and scootin them

Novas and them Chevrolet stepside trucks

Me and my brother Dennel

Kevin Dalon and Black

Little Ray Billy and Ivory and

Them from the Magazine Street camp

Posted up like thumbtacks

Talking on faulty big backs

Motorola A1 yola glad bag fulla Tic Tacs

In the mean time in between time

In my spare time writin raps

In the front yard in the driveway

On the concrete shootin craps

You think you know

But you really don't have no idea

Listen to discography of E40

Real talk for real

Moons ago way before I even had a career

I got my nickname on the

Turf for drinking hecka beer

And never letting the older

Cats up in my hood pump fear

Funkin with my own soil listen here

Jealous cause we had all

The broads and all the gear

Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb

Game sharper than a porcupine spine

Don't gimme nothing

I'ma work for mine try and grind grit and grind

Hot ones echo through the

Ghetto funkin all the time

I thank the Lord for giving

Me the gift to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread a stick of butter and some milk

Around the corner from the

Spot where all the dealers dealt

Trials and tribul-i-zations

Me and my peopl-i-zations

Tryin to get this music off the

Ground with high a** expectations

Took a little time and patience

A little faith in God

To make a long story short

Look at me now sahob

I'm doing it chubby like the checker

Chunky like the soup

A de- a decade and a half and still in the loop

In case you suckers didn't know

I told you once before

I ain't rapping too fast

See y'all just listening too slow

I paved the way for the independent grind

The industry they mimick me

But don't wanna gimme mine