[Verse 1 — enters after instrumental opening, smooth pocket] Rain hit the roof of the coupe like a drumroll Suit cost a fortune, still came from the mud though Silk on the seat, got a storm in the rearview Whole city shining, I can see what the fear do I been in the downpour, dressed for the forecast They was out here chasing the wave, I let the storm pass Check came clean, but the road had a dirt tax Gave 'em one verse, had 'em screaming, "Where the first at?" [Flow switch — bouncing triplets] Wet pavement, fresh fragrance, sharp changes Big patience, small circle, large payments Slide through the thunder like I brought my own weather Everybody want the shine, can't stand getting wetter I don't sell dreams, bitch, I own my decisions Had a broke man's budget with a rich man's vision Now the roof let the moonlight dance on the grain When the money start falling, call it cashmere rain [Hook — percussive, chant not sung] Cashmere rain! (Rain!) Fall on me! (Yeah!) Whole damn sky looking like a money tree (Woo!) Cashmere rain! (Rain!) Can't stay dry! (Nah!) Got the whole damn city with its hands up high Pour it out! (Pour!) Let it hit! (Hit!) Fine-thread suit with a filthy-ass grin Cashmere rain! (Rain!) Watch me move! I don't chase the storm, motherfucker, I groove [Verse 2 — technical, escalating] Watch the precision, the pivot, the vision, the rhythm I'm ripping a pocket in half then I'm stitching it different I drift with the strings and I'm lifting the snare off the grid Give me a second, I swear I'll remember what tempo we in [Break — dry spoken] Nah, I'm playing. I know exactly where I'm at. [Rapid sequence] Gold light, cold night, bold type, no hype Four flights, one mic, whole crowd, floodlights I don't need a handout, I need room for the landing Got a hundred little angles and a thousand ways to land 'em She said, "Boy, you move fast." I said, "Only when I need to." She said, "Slow down." I said, "Honey, I can read you." Then I fell behind the beat just to see if it'd follow Left a little space for the guitar, let it holler [Hook — bigger crowd response] Cashmere rain! (Rain!) Fall on me! (Yeah!) Whole damn sky looking like a money tree (Woo!) Cashmere rain! (Rain!) Can't stay dry! (Nah!) Got the whole damn city with its hands up high Pour it out! (Pour!) Let it hit! (Hit!) Fine-thread suit with a filthy-ass grin Cashmere rain! (Rain!) Watch me move! I don't chase the storm, motherfucker, I groove [Final verse — short, rapid, then laid-back] They want a race? Shit, I run through the raindrops Three flows, four turns, still land where the bass knocks Can't buy the timing, can't teach the conviction I can turn a split second into six different rhythms [Beat cut] That's expensive. [Beat returns] Sky full of thunder, pockets full of daylight Made it through the bad nights, looking like a late flight Let the strings keep crying, let the bassline swing Tell 'em Vince stepped outside and it started to rain [Outro — leave instrumental room] Cashmere rain. Yeah. I like this weather.
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