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