We know who Boy is It's a 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 block for it, ran the cops for it We still be trappin' out houses with the cardboard But be trippin' over here, no shit is not yours I heard you saving that lil bitch, better do some for her I make her pull up to my condo, go up 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 all in that 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) 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', goes 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 storm coming, a storm 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 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!