Storm Gates - Heavy Rain

(Aye, uh)
Mane I been thinking a bit about life
And whether or not I been living it right
Giving up all of my time
A nine-to-five
Ain't giving me shit but a weight on my spine like
We slaving away day to day for the pay that we're making with faces in the sand
And we bite our tongue for the ones who be keeping our minds in control of the man
Man I feel like any minute
I'mma run up in the building
With the blade tucked
Better pay up
Otherwise I'm peeling
Everybody wanna be the boss
Everybody wanna floss
I'mma hit 'em with the chop flow
Better get a mop
I'mma make a mess
Quit your job, run up on your boss
Put a blade in his chest
Sad part, he not even the bad guy
Just another cog in the system of the franchise
Boy, you better watch your tone
Cause I might run up into your home
Leave your blood al up them walls
You better lock your door
Cause I ain't with that bullshit no more
Boy, you better watch your tone
Cause I might run up into your home
Leave your blood al up them walls
You better lock your door
Cause I ain't with that bullshit no more
(Uh)
So many friendships
End up in the gutter
You will never know another motherfucker that'll hold your cover like me
Never let 'em pull you under like me
Had your back like you was my brother, my G
But it's so sad
When a motherfucker switch up so fast
You been a snake in the grass and you showed that
Now you gotta get your damn head blown back
Never hold back
These suckers wanna play
I'mma make 'em all pay
Leaving brains on the pavement
Now his mind all scattered on the floor
Dead-shot to your dome
Boy, you're never coming home
Stormie a murderer
Throw his girl in the river
Body cold like a shiver
When they ask I'mma say I ain't heard of her
Staring back like a mirror
Bet you never met the eyes of a killer, aye
Boy, you better watch your tone
Cause I might run up into your home
Leave your blood al up them walls
You better lock your door
Cause I ain't with that bullshit no more
Boy, you better watch your tone
Cause I might run up into your home
Leave your blood al up them walls
You better lock your door
Cause I ain't with that bullshit no more
(Aye)
Mane I'm living life in the fast lane
Fuck all these hoes, they been lame
Whole lotta shit I been maintained
Whole lotta speaking on my name
If you got a problem then take aim
I'll shoot my shot at your membrane
Stormie a killer, don't play games
I'm making money like Bruce Wayne
Fuck with me, I lead the new wave
Fuck with me, I got the juice mane
Holy water with the goose mane
I'm at the top of the food chain
Y'all cannot top me, I'm too flame
Give it up, let the noose hang
Load up the choppa then "bang bang"
(Bang bang)

Written by:
Rhys Davies

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