Yeah.. it's my life mane
Yeah, I been through some things you know
But I'm still here though
[Sevin]
Used to be amusing for us to be stupidly dumb
Bellin', smellin' like last night's coochie & rum
With the felons dippin' cuties from the coupe in the slums
If you foolin' with the louie we be shootin' them guns
Draped in all black like a group fulla nuns
Druggin' a fiend-'nix like we hoop for the Suns
My gritty team is with anything for lucrative funds
Make the call dog shooters will come
These n***as anxious
These wa*kstas think cuz they hang in chucks they gangstas
Please don't make me introduce you to some
You poodle's is hot gas my doodle's they got cash
Hood is like shop cla** bring ya tools when you come
I'm the last of a dyin breed fool I'm alum
Nah some die get cracked or get pursued on the run
So I keep the shottie by me with the duals in the drum
My n***as died for the pie so we ain't losin' a crumb
Yuh
Chorus:
See I done been through the storm the thunder and rain
Tryin' ta handle my business mane
I'm just tryin to make a dolla'
Sometimes it makes me wanna holla
I struggle & strive tryin ta handle my biz
And th-th-this is what it is
Since the day that I was born
I've been weatherin' the storm
[Sevin]
Shots echo
Soon as the mood to die starts
I've been chained and locked up in the sewage of my heart
It's wicked corpses strong with twitchin' by parts
Reminiscing blowin' the stick in the Skylark
God I miss em
Tears drippin' we prisoners in Saigon
Writin' kites tellin' my rellies to get they size on
On the same block where the cops take they bribes on
Freestylin' on the same corner my baby died on
We took meds to the heads right in front of the feds
We know we spied on but n***as gotta eat so we ride on
We in the game too mane need a rep
I took the crook route, threw the books out, became a look out
Times short get whooped out pay me the rest
Block soldier got older so they gave me the stress
In junior high I'm gettin' cutie pies - 80 or less
Yes, yes
Ay dog it's west side till the day that I rest
If n***as trip it's nothin' to give em clips dog name the address
We burnt out crazy at best 380s & vests
War games dogg who wanna play me at chess
It's no secret had I not submitted to the risen Lord
I'da been committed and gettin' visits in the prison ward
Heaven let us in we need medicine cuz we sick & poor
My n***as down to die with no idea of what they livin' for
Mane
Chorus:
See I done been through the storm the thunder and rain
Tryin' ta handle my business mane
I'm just tryin to make a dolla'
Sometimes it makes me wanna holla
I struggle & strive tryin ta handle my biz
And th-th-this is what it is
Since the day that I was born
I've been weatherin' the storm
That's real talk homie
Hunterz Moon you know I'm sayin'? the mixtape
Nine One Sikk Volume 3 on you bustas
HOG MOB
And nathanael, you know I'm sayin?
Yeah