We who Dope Boy is It's a storm Boom boom boom boom
I'm going hard for it, I had to for it Remember when I have no money, I had to rob for it on the block for it, ran from the cops for it We still be trappin' out them houses the cardboard But be trippin' over here, no shit is not yours I heard you saving lil bitch, better do some time for her I make her up to my condo, go up nine floors And she gon' get right to it pronto, my lil fine She asked me is my cologne, lil bitch that's Tom Ford Now let me slam all in that like a backboard The trap up now, look 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 numbers, I'm runnin' out the dungeon You hear the birds hummin', where goes the It's a coming, it's a storm coming I got hundreds, yeah all she want is money You see we came from nothing, you get to running It's a storm coming, 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 is dignity in surviving a storm. You won't ever walk out of a storm the person that went in. Glizzy, you have survived every storm came your way. It's your to rain!