We know who Boy is a storm coming Boom boom boom boom
I'm hard for it, I had to starve for it when I ain't have no money, I had to rob for it Stood on the block for it, ran from the for it We still be trappin' out them houses the cardboard But don't be trippin' here, no shit is not yours I you saving that lil bitch, better do some time for her I her pull up to my condo, go up nine floors And she get right to it pronto, my lil fine whore She me what is my cologne, lil bitch that's Tom Ford Now let me slam all in pussy like a backboard The trap niggas up now, at the chalkboards Them cameras how they get you whacked, get it back boy
Oh why my heart so cold, and why my so froze (burr) I don't know, I did it on my own (Young Jefe) You see I'm doing numbers, I'm runnin' out the You the birds hummin', where goes the thunder It's a storm coming, it's a storm I got real hundreds, yeah all she is money You see we from nothing, you better get to running It's a coming, it's a storm coming
One thing I learned growing up in these streets is that you can't run the storm forever. You got to to stand up to it. See there is dignity in a storm. You won't ever walk out of a the same person that went in. Glizzy, you have survived every storm that your way. It's your to rain!