Raindrops Poured On Your Cup Who The Cap Fit by James Letter Lyrics
[Choir Intro:]
Hear my crying, O God
Give ear unto my prayer
From the ends of the earth will I call upon thee
When my heart is in heaviness
[Verse 1: James Letter]
Lifes a reel, so mine is getting dusty
I'm trippin at my own house, I only did some musty
Yapping over rhythms, guess it's common getting no sleep
40 ounces later, the ingredients of my whole scripts
The holy grail, as some must consider them
Classified art, not available for businesses
Where the love go?, music nowadays for interest
When the money talks, it don't matter who's severest
Guess it's true, rap game on the ground, shit
Blame it on the trap game for making it so radically
Self-claimed "rappers" on the gram be sounding nonsense
Yet they be so cocky, elevated on their conscience
One hell of a mixture made by social media and ego
You reap what you sow, keep on watering your fish bones
Practice what you preach otherwise you're just a slip, tho'
Hard lessons from life, and you'll learn them when you sink, fool !
{Chorus}
No hook
Just the truth
No hook
Just the truth
[Verse 2: James Letter]
Mad lines when I write, so snort them on your ears wide
I got them verses for days, if it is to confide
Fell in love with writing ever since I was just 9
Gimme a pen and a pad, see how my dick shines
You losing on your own words, you ain't talkin' shit
I'm a real dime in this, you're just a counterfeit
People hate on me, say that I'm a fucking pessimist
Truth is hard to swallow, when it tastes like medicine
Pour more on my drink, can't get enough of it
Pass out, OD, R.I.P, how it is
They won't love you till you're gone, old news after it
5 years later, and who the fuck you is?
James Letter on the beat, on the rhyme check on it
Lyrics coming like they bullets, no vest can resist
Been grinding for a spot eversince I was 6
With many flows to come, and opponents to defeat
[Chorus]
No hook
Just the truth
No hook
Just the truth
[Outro]
Ripping scriptures eversince a youngin' motherfucker
No cap, remember that
Burnt notebooks fully filled with lyrics, bitch I don't need them
I carry all that shit with me, no oblivion
Lion Sky
Hear my crying, O God
Give ear unto my prayer
From the ends of the earth will I call upon thee
When my heart is in heaviness
[Verse 1: James Letter]
Lifes a reel, so mine is getting dusty
I'm trippin at my own house, I only did some musty
Yapping over rhythms, guess it's common getting no sleep
40 ounces later, the ingredients of my whole scripts
The holy grail, as some must consider them
Classified art, not available for businesses
Where the love go?, music nowadays for interest
When the money talks, it don't matter who's severest
Guess it's true, rap game on the ground, shit
Blame it on the trap game for making it so radically
Self-claimed "rappers" on the gram be sounding nonsense
Yet they be so cocky, elevated on their conscience
One hell of a mixture made by social media and ego
You reap what you sow, keep on watering your fish bones
Practice what you preach otherwise you're just a slip, tho'
Hard lessons from life, and you'll learn them when you sink, fool !
{Chorus}
No hook
Just the truth
No hook
Just the truth
[Verse 2: James Letter]
Mad lines when I write, so snort them on your ears wide
I got them verses for days, if it is to confide
Fell in love with writing ever since I was just 9
Gimme a pen and a pad, see how my dick shines
You losing on your own words, you ain't talkin' shit
I'm a real dime in this, you're just a counterfeit
People hate on me, say that I'm a fucking pessimist
Truth is hard to swallow, when it tastes like medicine
Pour more on my drink, can't get enough of it
Pass out, OD, R.I.P, how it is
They won't love you till you're gone, old news after it
5 years later, and who the fuck you is?
James Letter on the beat, on the rhyme check on it
Lyrics coming like they bullets, no vest can resist
Been grinding for a spot eversince I was 6
With many flows to come, and opponents to defeat
[Chorus]
No hook
Just the truth
No hook
Just the truth
[Outro]
Ripping scriptures eversince a youngin' motherfucker
No cap, remember that
Burnt notebooks fully filled with lyrics, bitch I don't need them
I carry all that shit with me, no oblivion
Lion Sky