Sevin - The Storm lyrics

Yeah.. it's my life mane Yeah, I been through some things you know But I'm still here though [Sevin] Used to be amusing for us to be stupidly dumb Bellin', smellin' like last night's coochie & rum With the felons dippin' cuties from the coupe in the slums If you foolin' with the louie we be shootin' them guns Draped in all black like a group fulla nuns Druggin' a fiend-'nix like we hoop for the Suns My gritty team is with anything for lucrative funds Make the call dog shooters will come These n***as anxious These wa*kstas think cuz they hang in chucks they gangstas Please don't make me introduce you to some You poodle's is hot gas my doodle's they got cash Hood is like shop cla** bring ya tools when you come I'm the last of a dyin breed fool I'm alum Nah some die get cracked or get pursued on the run So I keep the shottie by me with the duals in the drum My n***as died for the pie so we ain't losin' a crumb Yuh Chorus: See I done been through the storm the thunder and rain Tryin' ta handle my business mane I'm just tryin to make a dolla' Sometimes it makes me wanna holla I struggle & strive tryin ta handle my biz And th-th-this is what it is Since the day that I was born I've been weatherin' the storm [Sevin] Shots echo Soon as the mood to die starts I've been chained and locked up in the sewage of my heart It's wicked corpses strong with twitchin' by parts Reminiscing blowin' the stick in the Skylark God I miss em Tears drippin' we prisoners in Saigon Writin' kites tellin' my rellies to get they size on On the same block where the cops take they bribes on Freestylin' on the same corner my baby died on We took meds to the heads right in front of the feds We know we spied on but n***as gotta eat so we ride on We in the game too mane need a rep I took the crook route, threw the books out, became a look out Times short get whooped out pay me the rest Block soldier got older so they gave me the stress In junior high I'm gettin' cutie pies - 80 or less Yes, yes Ay dog it's west side till the day that I rest If n***as trip it's nothin' to give em clips dog name the address We burnt out crazy at best 380s & vests War games dogg who wanna play me at chess It's no secret had I not submitted to the risen Lord I'da been committed and gettin' visits in the prison ward Heaven let us in we need medicine cuz we sick & poor My n***as down to die with no idea of what they livin' for Mane Chorus: See I done been through the storm the thunder and rain Tryin' ta handle my business mane I'm just tryin to make a dolla' Sometimes it makes me wanna holla I struggle & strive tryin ta handle my biz And th-th-this is what it is Since the day that I was born I've been weatherin' the storm That's real talk homie Hunterz Moon you know I'm sayin'? the mixtape Nine One Sikk Volume 3 on you bustas HOG MOB And nathanael, you know I'm sayin? Yeah