The Storm.

Left me broken on the ground, put it all on me
Had it all and still blamed it all on me
Fell in love with song, and no not me
Saying shit I taught you tryna ball on me
Took it with a grain of salt, knowing all I see
Treat me like a boss when they move ask me
Couple niggas got they Raf tryna ball on me
Fuck that shit I shop, the whole mall on me
A crossfire with the frostbite with the rocks on my neck
Outside with a drum type, nigga ready to rip
Hindsight is 20/20, wouldn't change a thing
Night drives with all the niggas, thought we had a lick
Heart turning froze from all the fake love
Outside acting strong, even though the times rough
Too many young niggas dying, can't even blame myself
It's blood out on the street, know we had enough

I remember, I remember what you said
After bad good follows
Don't fall off
It's all in my head
Told me that the storm is on its way
Don't follow
Feel it coming

The storm is on its way
Don't follow
I wanna see you smile again
I feel like I'm alone
Lost you, should've seen it coming
The best shit start unknown
So tell me why the good die young

Took it with a grain of salt, knowing all I see
Treat me like a boss when they move ask me
Couple niggas got they Raf tryna ball on me
Fuck that shit I shop, the whole mall on me
A crossfire with the frostbite with the rocks on my neck
Outside with a drum type, nigga ready to rip
Hindsight is 20/20, wouldn't change a thing
Night drives with all the niggas, thought we had a lick
Heart turning froze from all the fake love
Outside acting strong, even though the times rough
Too many young niggas dying, can't even blame myself
It's blood out on the street, know we had enough



Credits
Writer(s): Damon Hutchins Jr.
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