Storm
Tryna make it thru da storm
Rain coat on
Been a hot summa'
Da smitty makin it colda'
Not trustin nobody
I'm lookin ova my shouldas'
We been shootin up the charts
Like we blowing thru da holster
U idolizin that lame shit
I lane switch
Feds pull me ova
Now a nigga nameless
Cause I can't say shit
They switchin up through
The pavement
I peeped the hatred
But it's coo
Said I fell off but you know that
It's too good to be true
Jimmy Choo's
We eatin good baby
Not no ragoo
I'm in the booth
Spittin fire
Henny got me real loose
Pick n choose
Got some souljas
That be movin like troops
Not too many real
Seen too many feenin fa clout
My name is Doja
Don't be askin if
I smoke on da loud
Don't come around
Actin a clown
Or you might get stomped down
I got my shootas
In the back and they been hungry
Like hounds
Need a pound
Better tap in
With the guys right now
Since high school
Only let the real come around
Skippin states
Know that I been in and out
Of towns
Yea
You gone get tested the most
Before ya level up
I was 12 w designer
Had my bezels up
Ain't got no limit
Niggas know
that they can't measure us
I feel in love with the cheese
So I ain't lettin up
Goin brazy
Head spinnin like I'm in a maze
N*ggas mad cause ion
Let em drive up in my lane
Started off with a half
Barely makin change
Put in work in my city
Ask about my name
Real life stories
Boa this ain't no f*ckin game
Rain coat on
Been a hot summa'
Da smitty makin it colda'
Not trustin nobody
I'm lookin ova my shouldas'
We been shootin up the charts
Like we blowing thru da holster
U idolizin that lame shit
I lane switch
Feds pull me ova
Now a nigga nameless
Cause I can't say shit
They switchin up through
The pavement
I peeped the hatred
But it's coo
Said I fell off but you know that
It's too good to be true
Jimmy Choo's
We eatin good baby
Not no ragoo
I'm in the booth
Spittin fire
Henny got me real loose
Pick n choose
Got some souljas
That be movin like troops
Not too many real
Seen too many feenin fa clout
My name is Doja
Don't be askin if
I smoke on da loud
Don't come around
Actin a clown
Or you might get stomped down
I got my shootas
In the back and they been hungry
Like hounds
Need a pound
Better tap in
With the guys right now
Since high school
Only let the real come around
Skippin states
Know that I been in and out
Of towns
Yea
You gone get tested the most
Before ya level up
I was 12 w designer
Had my bezels up
Ain't got no limit
Niggas know
that they can't measure us
I feel in love with the cheese
So I ain't lettin up
Goin brazy
Head spinnin like I'm in a maze
N*ggas mad cause ion
Let em drive up in my lane
Started off with a half
Barely makin change
Put in work in my city
Ask about my name
Real life stories
Boa this ain't no f*ckin game
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Writer(s): Young Doja
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