We know who Boy is It's a storm boom boom boom boom
I'm going for it, I had to starve for it Remember when I ain't 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 trippin' over here, no is not yours I heard you saving that lil bitch, do some time for her I her pull up to my condo, go up nine floors And she gon' get right to it pronto, my lil whore She asked me is my cologne, lil bitch that's Tom Ford Now let me slam all in that pussy like a The trap niggas up now, at the chalkboards Them cameras how they get you whacked, just get it 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 goes the It's a coming, it's a storm coming I got hundreds, yeah all she want is money You see we from 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 there is in surviving a storm. You won't ever walk out of a storm the same person went in. Glizzy, you have every storm that came your way. your time to rain!