LLANDO - THE STORM

Know a dogs gotta eat,
Storm turnt' me to a beast,
In a puddle of pain,
I'm still keepin' it brief,

Makin' skuddas go insane wit dis dick game,
Nigga thinkin' that he been gang, he a shit stain,
You been schemin' from the jump, we don't ever switch lanes,
Was outside hoppin' fences, I was like 16,
I'm Mike J wit da glove and I need like 6 rings,
I ain't never join a gang, fell in love wit Ben Franks,
Brodie pulled up in a Porsche, we tryn' get dat big bank,
I been grindin' for a long time and never skipped rank,
Tony Park make em' float, now he gone,
A rook move but he more like a pawn,
It's chess games when da men on ya lawn,
I worked hard for my shit its suicide running off,
Since I got her lake showin' gotta ball like I'm Bron,
Always pros and da cons,
Gotta deal wit dat shit,
We all dealt wit our cards,
I believed in you once, now we know you a fraud,
A couple years all it take to be on top swear to god, aw...

Know it's calm fore' the storm,
Got my umbrella on,
They don't,
gotta know about the shit I be on.

Know it's calm fore' the storm,
Got my umbrella on,
They don't,
gotta worry bout the shit we be on.

Know it's calm fore' the storm,
Got my umbrella on,
They don't,
gotta know about the shit I be on.

Know it's calm fore the storm,
Got my umbrella on,
They don't,
gotta worry bout the shit we be on.

Baby awwww

If I start it ima finish,
Bitch I swear I'm so committed,
They ain't show a nigga since I was young so I don't feel em' baby,

Know a dogs gotta eat,
Storm turnt me to a beast,
In a puddle of pain,
I'm still keepin' it brief,

Went and found me a sound,
ain't my fault you was sleep,
Heard you talkin' a lot,
But we know that it's cheap,

Aw yeah.

Written by:
LLANDO .

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