Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Zack Sekoff
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Songwriter
Zack Sekoff
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zack Sekoff
Producer
Michael Law Thomas
Recording Engineer
William Francis Delaney VI
Additional Engineer
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer
Michael Freeman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
When the sun goes down
When the J go 'round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down
Rain come down, rain come down
Rain come down, rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down, rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down, d'ya man lay down?
No, no, no, no (rain, rain), no, no, no (rain, rain)
No, no, no, no (rain, rain), no, no, no (rain come down)
No, no, no, no (rain, rain), no, no, no (rain, rain, whoo)
No (rain, rain, rain), no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
I'm the man, ten toes in the street
I'm the blood on the leaves, I'm the nose in the Sphinx
Where I'm from, we don't go to police
Where I'm from, we don't run, we just roll with the heat
I'm the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on the side, where we die in the street
And the cops don't come for some weeks
No, the cops don't come for some weeks
Ridin' in a drop-top, sun where I think
Might get JFK'd, hope not, I pray if
If so, ain't no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Andre Day
I run north side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I'm Lou' Bourgeois on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete
When the sun goes down
When the J go 'round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down
I'm the man, ten toes in the street
I'm the blood on the leaves, I'm the nose in the Sphinx
Where I'm from, we don't go to police
Where I'm from, we don't run, we just roll with the heat
I'm the back of the bus, take a seat
Take a ride on the side, where we die in the street
And the cops don't come for some weeks
No, the cops don't come for some weeks
Ridin' in a drop-top, sun where I think
Might get JFK'd, hope not, I pray if
If so, ain't no thang to a G
I feel just like Snoop on Andre Day
I run north side of the beach
Run these streets like Ali Bomaye
I'm Lou' Bourgeois on the beat
Best bet, try not to compete
When the sun goes down
When the J go 'round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down
Rain come down, rain come down
Rain come down, rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down, rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down, d'ya man lay down?
Paid a pretty penny for my peace of mind
Never need a girl to love me, I just need 'em fine
On Parisian time, don't be trippin' on a text back
In another world, Covergirl, but her chest flat
Two-page spread in the CR, think it was for Wang
Can't remember spring or fall, read it on a plane
Long flights playin' with my brain
Long nights, long summers, we in Spain
Car color of La Haine
She gettin' naked under covers for the fame
She don't wanna be another whats-her-name
Brown skin, blonde brain, Etta James
Make it rain in the club
Don't you dream of how it feel to be in love?
What you drinkin'? Need a buzz?
Don't drown in the brown, just drown in the sound
When the sun goes down
When the J go 'round
In the middle of the night
Bet your girl goes down
Rain come down
Rain come down, rain come down
Rain come down, rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down, rain come down (and the rain)
Rain come down, d'ya man lay down?
No, no, no, no (rain, rain), no, no, no (rain, rain)
No, no, no, no (rain, rain), no, no, no (rain come down)
No, no, no, no (rain, rain), no, no, no (rain, rain, whoo)
No (rain, rain, rain), no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
Writer(s): Vince Staples, Tyrone William Griffin, Zack Sekoff
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