Storm

I just want all the smoke
Belmonts on the balcony
What these kids pack in they coat
One day half of your salary
Calm
One thing that I am not
None of this shit I was taught
I'm working a lot
Brando the ethic I'm back on the dock

Hall give the call and I'm always applauding
The fact that you coming back almost appalling
You whack rappers take a stack to the mall
Make a claim to the blogs that your broad really balling

Faded
I've been writing, making motha fucking hits daily
I've been taking risks, inflicting hits so don't play me
I ain't gunna stop until these flops fucking hate me
Hitting all these MILFs and killing shit, what's good Stacy
(Ayo, how is she by the way?)
(Man, she's aight)

I just want all the smoke
Belmonts on the balcony
What these kids pack in they coat
One day half of your salary
Calm
One thing that I am not
None of this shit I was taught
I'm working a lot
Brando the ethic I'm back on the dock

Swervin' my whip whats the outcome
Conscience I'm ridin' without one
Got this bitch sittin in the middle she feelin' like Malcom, coutin' a thousand
Whats there to get?
Marble my steps?
Charter my jet?
Send in the check
It's time to invest
All of my life man I prayed for this shit
Stop, bitch you always was doubtin'
They ridin' my wave like I'm famous I guess
Storm hit, the sky lookin' cloudy

(Father, please forgive me for my sins!)

I just want all the smoke
Belmonts on the balcony
What these kids pack in they coat
One day half of your salary
Calm
One thing that I am not
None of this shit I was taught
I'm working a lot
Brando the ethic I'm back on the dock



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Writer(s): Jack Lowe-carbell
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