We who Dope Boy is a storm coming Boom boom boom boom
I'm going 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 the cops for it We still be trappin' out houses with the cardboard But don't be over here, no shit is not yours I you saving that 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 what is my cologne, lil bitch Tom Ford Now let me slam all in pussy like a backboard The niggas up now, look at the chalkboards cameras how they get you whacked, just get it back boy
Oh why my heart so cold, and why my watch so (burr) Really I know, I did it on my own (Young Jefe) You see I'm doing numbers, I'm out the dungeon You hear the birds hummin', where the thunder It's a storm coming, a storm coming I got real hundreds, all she want is money You see we came nothing, you better get to running It's a coming, it's a storm coming
One I learned growing up in these streets is that you can't run from the storm forever. You got to learn to up to it. See is dignity in surviving a storm. You won't ever walk out of a the same person that went in. Glizzy, you have survived every storm came your way. It's time to rain!