We who Dope Boy is a storm coming Boom boom boom boom
I'm going hard for it, I had to for it Remember I ain't have no money, I had to rob for it Stood on the block for it, ran the cops for it We be trappin' out them houses with the cardboard But don't be trippin' here, no shit is not yours I heard you that lil bitch, better do some time for her I make her 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, look at the Them cameras how they get you whacked, just get it 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 It's a storm coming, a storm coming I got real hundreds, yeah all she is money You see we came from nothing, you get to running It's a storm coming, it's a coming
One thing I learned up in these streets is that you can't run from the storm forever. You got to to stand up to it. See is dignity in surviving a storm. You ever walk out of a storm the same person that went in. Glizzy, you have survived every storm that came way. It's your to rain!