The Storm

Ever seen your homie die Looked a killer in his eyes Seven when my homie got knocked Don't ask why I was terrified Posted right up on that block Was never scared to come outside Get in fights, skipping school All I knew was grip that iron Niggas posted on that block Told to always left off shots Always keep the pole with me Never get lined by a thot Niggas dissing on the net Play disrespect, you will get shot And I got the nine on me Showtime, bro go get the Glock Yeah, we up on the score Finna go and score some more Bro, mad why Probably cause I fucked his hoe Some niggas was leaching off me It's some shit you can't ignore If you ever try to slime me out I'm coming through the back door Angel dead off them percocets His mom ain't stopped hurting yet Speak wrong about my dead Guarantee you will get stretched Can't have too many niggas around I've seen niggas make a mess Loyalty over love for real We gon' put your ass right to the test In the storm Yeah, I lost so many homies Word is born Why all these niggas phony Better perform cause at the bottom it get lonely Weather the storm karma dont miss That's what it's shown me In the storm Yeah, I lost so many homies Word is born Why all these niggas phony Better perform cause at the bottom it get lonely Weather the storm karma don't miss That's what it's shown me Yeah, I'm riding with my gun Drugs steady fucking up my lungs Feel like my soul trapped I got nowhere else to run Remember the times in front of granny crib Walk to success and have fun Also remember the times I was dead broke Didnt eat cause I ain't had none Locked up in a jail cell Had to make sure the job get done Know my grandpa looking down on me like damn, I'm proud of my grandson One homie snitched Got to be quiet when the feds come Tried to get me locked Now he knocked Should've never said none Tell them niggas keep they mouth closed I'ma get you right when the bread come Me and bro used to run the streets We grown now and He got a son Niggas sit on they asses Light up with matches Bro, you is a bum BCM shit We taking over, but we already won Niggas hop in the booth And they cap In they raps for a fact You know you never did that You know you never spinned back When your mans died All you did was pray you get them back When my mans died Me and gang came up with some new straps