We know who 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 them with 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 her pull up to my condo, go up nine floors And she gon' get right to it pronto, my lil fine She me what is my cologne, lil bitch that's Tom Ford Now let me slam all in that pussy a backboard The niggas up now, look at the chalkboards Them cameras how they get you whacked, just get it boy
Oh why my so cold, and why my watch 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 hear the birds hummin', where goes the a storm coming, it's a storm coming I got real hundreds, yeah all she is money You see we came from nothing, you better get to It's a storm coming, a storm coming
One thing I growing 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 won't ever walk out of a storm the same that went in. Glizzy, you survived every storm that came your way. It's time to rain!