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Sun Through the Rain Lyrics

[Verse 1: Issa Dash]
Beastcoast, screaming loud and proud
Gonna answer m********** that's the heines crown
Smoking on some OG as I roll around
Better tred away n**** there's some God's in town,
Get out of my face, see me on streets better go to other way
n**** I ain't trying to talk s*** all day,
About no gossip or your new wack tape
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That gutter s***, that cutter s***,
Beast coast n**** yeah you know we runnin things
Drop down when you see the gods in public
I'm high m*********** stop talking s***.
Stop talking s***, before you get bust n**** in your f****** lip
I ain't playing no games,
Wanna bring sun in the m*********** rain.

[Verse 2: AK]
f*** what you want I got what you need,
DMT, THC, n**** LSD, psychedelic renegade never afraid
Molly base
Spread her like a page straight off the NYT, NYC.
Young kings living their dreams the pot steam
Tap in a higher being I brainfeed,
Put your faith in me I got that ancient key,
The knowledge, hieroglyphic columns and this n****.. ? Amen.
? Memories of our god past blowin hash to bypass these lanes with third eye patch
I bring eternal (hear), I'm the ear, n**** why I smell the fear, yeah
Lyrics tear through their frontier
Bask in the ambience of champions, I'm lightyears ahead of beast hype Can't compare to these hights
Cause my entity's Christ
So remember me heavenly when a n**** take flight and ascend for eternity
[Hook 2x]
That gutter s***, that cutter s***,
Beast coast n**** yeah you know we runnin things
Drop down when you see the gods in public
I'm high m*********** stop talking s***.
Stop talking s***, before you get bust n**** in your f****** lip
I ain't playing no games,
Wanna bring sun in the m*********** rain.
(Verse 2: Issa Dash)
By the end of this tape you gon' know we gonna put it down
Gods on deck well we're coming through your town,
Guided by the light n****, young sun child,
n**** shine bright, get away when we're around,
I'm from the bush with the hustlers and the killers
But we elevated n**** so we play a little different
Don't push trigger, third eye shoot him in his liver
And the m************ posse and the game f***** it with us,
Oh lord a n**** gonna fall, f****** new b****** every week p***star
See us in the street so you n***** go hard,
But a n**** ain't here just to be a f****** star,
I don't give a f*** about your new sports car
I don't give a f*** about your new whack bars,
You b**** a** n***** better watch how you talk
When you come up on your m************ ever living God.

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