Through the Storm

(Ayo, Pluto, you going brazy)
I'ma get this shit by any means, I mean it
I'ma get this shit by any means, I need it
I'ma get this shit by any means, I'm fiending

We been surviving through the storms
Catch a hater tryna kill our vibe, that's on the norm'
They put me in the starting five, I gotta score
Ball like Robert Horry
I lean back on haters, still stand firm like I got four feet
Solid like cement
Some people stayed, some people went
Some people waitin' on me to win
Some people waitin' on me to end, yeah
Speeding behind that tint, yeah
Fuck the police, I'm like, "Catch me if can", yeah
You too nosey
Wanna know 'bout everything, yeah (Everything, yeah)
I don't do no tellin'
I'm just tryna stack up cheese (Stack up cheese)
I ain't have to cut no check
Lil' shawty scratched her knees still
I don't like to vent
Say the same thing when they ask how he feel
I can't complain, nah
If I fall, won't blame y'all
I got loved ones in the grave yard
I wish I could've saved y'all
If I had one wish
I'm tryna be all I can be
I'm taking more than one risk
They tried to throw shots at me
But every last one missed
And I can't respond to not one diss
But I do hear you, dawg
You bleed just how I bleed, I'll never fear you, dawg
Life ain't fair, won't bitch about it, nowhere near Rupaul
These niggas don't know shit 'bout loyalty, now do y'all?

Just in case you need a reminder (You need a reminder)
I can't tolerate no dishonor (Tolerate no dishonor)
Fall back game on recliner (Fall back game on recliner)
Shawty playin' games, I declined her (I declined her)

Thin ice, I was skating right on it
It's me vs. me, I'm tryna outdo my opponent
Most these niggas phony, phony, phony
I cannot condone it
Phony, phony
I cannot condone it and I'm standin' on it
And I'll stand all by my fucking lonely 'fore I let 'em ho me
(Ho me, ho me, ho me)
I put trust in all my day one homies
But they say watch your homies
I got ghetto angels on me
I know they is not gon' wrong me
I'm alert, all of these niggas hungry out here
Why they mad? 'Cause it's our year
Still in my bag from the one prior
Speakin' to 'em like Wallo
Stabbed my back, I don't know why, though
I got wounds that ain't gon' never heal
Doctor can't even help
I can't even walk the streets in peace no more
They stoppin' me for selfies
I show love to my supporters
We too lit, no stopping for us
Hoes come 'round they tryna record us
Chain on Aquafina, water
Leaking, it's out of order
Speakin' on this side, better come correct or else it's "Sayonara"
In one ear and out the other (Okay)
We don't even know each other
How the fuck that boy my brother? (What the fuck?)
I don't think I know that man
They tryna put a halt to the plan
I can't let that stand
I'ma do all that I can, I put that on brand

Just in case you need a reminder (You need a reminder)
I can't tolerate no dishonor (Tolerate no dishonor)
Fall back game on recliner (Fall back game on recliner)
Shawty playin' games, I declined her (I declined her)

And that's that for me
I can't chase no ho, I'm no longer an athlete
And to be honest, tables turned
They chasing after me now
New one badder than the last one
I can't call that a rebound (Whip it)
That's a upgrade, my nigga
When we touch eight or nine figures
We gon' have to upgrade our triggers
Yeah, four pounds, Draco's, Tommy's
We was rockin' Hilfiger Tommy
We ain't enough, they denied me
That shit that used to hurt my pride so bad
I use to waste time in my feelings, I ain't never find no cash there
I was born to be star, not a cashier
Last year was a good one and a bad year
But we gon' leave the past, where the past supposed to be (Okay)
And I'ma keep this mask and tell 'em give me six feet (Back up)
Ayy, distance
Tell 'em I need distance (Back up)
Gotta thank the man above that I'm hater resistant
(Thank God)
Ballin' like we Pistons (Ballin')
Set my teammate up to score like Chris Paul
These niggas wan' be me, but can't, at all (At all)
They cliff, Paul type niggas
No skill, all hype niggas (No)
All bark, no bite niggas
I don't like those type niggas, at all (Ooh-ooh)
Ayy, ayy, yeah-yeah-yeah (Ooh-ooh)
We ain't like those type niggas, at all

I'ma get this shit by any means, I mean it
I'ma get this shit by any means, I need it
I'ma get this shit by any means, I'm fiending
I been asking God to wash me clean from my demons



Credits
Writer(s): Vikeer Brown, Andrej Marko, Peter Gogola, Roland Hannah
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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