Quiet Storm

I made it thru this storm
I made thru that storm
I made it thru the hard times

Put my lifetime right inside the notepad
I was too young when I left my folks pad
Blast right up off the porch like a launchpad
Bunch of baggies on the table like a lunch dad
Put some lettuce in my pocket like a lunch bag
When I was young I would shoot for what was next to nothin
And yeah I played ball but I ain't talking a jumper
Turn em to deer Jerky think Bambi I gotta thumper
Sneak up on a nigga like asthma and have to slump em
In the brand new Timbs that's burgundy have to stomp em
And I ain't did nothin but win this whole summer
Momma just passed so it was a cold summer
But I weathered the storm like Carhartts and longjohns
I been call in plays since Vince Young was a Longhorn
Loc been waiting to do it for nothin
He gone drop a missile on niggas I push a button
Push start hop in the car the engine running
Hop out take the key and leave the engine running
Comeback with a book like I was about to study
And this a reply how I pulled up on G buddy
Peanutbutter leather like yeah Im so nutty
Cashew swag so yeah I go nutty
Cash rule flow so yeah I want money
Crash in the booth like yeah I go dummy
Im the F to the a-i-r-p-l-a-y
Nigga outta line well that's a foul play
Get em lined up like Young Cutz or sumin
Where I come from it ain't nice to be frontin
Kick back doors for bank shots like Duncan
Translate niggas is garbage take em out
Movin like LL we was just in the house
Formulating plans on ways to make it out
Squeeze water out a rock when they was tuck in a drought
Its always bout the money its never about clout
Its always bout the baby
Its never about the momma
So sidestep a bitch if its ever about drama