Mac Miller – Rain (ft. Vince Staples) (Audio, Lyrics)

Date 2021-10-17

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, New Music

Throwback to Mac Miller’s 9th Wonder-produced “Rain” track with Vince Staples . Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Mac Miller Rain

Mac Miller Rain

“Rain,” the 20th song on Faces, features longtime Mac friend and collaborator, Vince Staples, and is arguably the most to-the-point record on the entire project.

Between Staples’ verse detailing his upbringing in Long Beach and the street politics that come with it, and Miller’s deep-dive into his relationship and the pitfalls of mixing love and substances, “Rain” is what Faces is all about. Coming from an early-20s perspective (Miller and Staples were 22 and 20 at the time of Faces’ initial release) the record winds through the thought processes of two up-and-coming rappers as they deal with very different, but very painful struggles in life.

Produced by 9th Wonder, “Rain” is one of the few tracks not produced by Larry Fisherman (Miller’s production alias) but fits perfectly into the end of the record’s tracklist and has had the staying power to remain poignant, even seven years after it was initially released.

Mac Miller – Rain (ft. Vince Staples) (prod. 9th Wonder)


[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Take your time, when talkin’ to a nigga I don’t waste none
Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come
Sick of hearin’ cases from these niggas who ain’t face none
But I’ma be the nigga that they feelin’ when the day come
Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray
Stray bullet hit my brother in his ma’fuckin’ face
What’s fate when a person don’t deserve what he get?
Shootin’ reckless at the father, almost murdered the kid
Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?
Ain’t embarrassed, where I’m livin’ we get merit for kills
From a family of niggas that was veteran skilled
Voted heartless ’cause my momma made me part of the guild
Deals made, sellin’ thrills paid the bills at the crib
Drag him down by the river, he’ll be missin’ for years
And them funerals was usual, ain’t sheddin’ no tears
Knew the fallen had it better off than most of us did
‘Cause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven’s gates prolly closed
And these hoes in a race for the gold
We was raised on that fork in the road
No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole

[Interlude: Mac Miller]
Oh-woah-oh-oh, yeah
Yeah, um

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured Kobe
The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley’s
That’s a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close
Sober, I can’t deal, I’m in the corner with my head low
Runnin’ from my shadow, never ending chase
Ease the pain and the battle that’s within me
Sniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression
My temple feel the metal comin’ out the Smith & Wesson, bang
Say a prayer, leave my brains on a tile floor
My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more
Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord
This the shit I need to keep the climate warm
Wish I could get high, space migration
Pretend I could just fly to great vibrations
The magazines need a quote
When I’m gone, sorry, I don’t leave a note, yo

[Outro: Mac Miller]
And this pain, and this pain
And this pain, and this pain
Mixed up with this rain, this rain
This rain, this rain, woah-woah-woah-oh-oh
Oh-woah-oh, yeah
Yeah, 9th Wonder


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