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