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Storman

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I used to flip five
For the dub
Just to blaze one
Then I put the white
Up in the club
To make their face numb
Now I make that bass bump
And the place jump
If you want me on the stage
Your paying for my elevation
It's the great one
No relation to the fakes ones
Around the way
Trying to state dumb
On my name
Cause they hate
How I got my cake up from
All the caine
In the same city that the Saints run
I ain't worried the fame son
I just want to lay flame down
Innovate with my day ones
On a new wave
Way away from
All these little dudes
Acting like they saying A-1
But they make something stupid
For their views on their you tube
Just to use it
For some booze and the Bluetooth
In a new whip
Getting loose with a new boo
And a new clique
Then they lose it
Getting booed
Every move that you make
Cause your view is a fake
And your music is amusing
All your interviews getting muted
Cause your way to into you
And you ain't fusing to the booth bitch
You're a student in my school
That won't shoot shit
Lil tooth pick
To an Ice Cube with a few spliffs
In the studio getting too lit
From the right fuel for a nuisance
With a loose lip
Catching two drips
Off that therapeutic
Flying from the yak
I'm a Pterodactyl with two fifths
On point like a tack
I'm attaching the track ruthless
Trying to get that bag
And blow that cash on a few bricks
It ain't nothing for me dude
This is what I do
But I ain't got to prove shit
Storman's the weather
Whether you know it or not
My flow is sicker than an institutions

I came up out the mud
And got it all from the muscle
Started with a couple bucks
Then I turned into the plug
So I had to run it up
Took the cards I was dealt
Then shuffled just to f*ck it up
Then I got a gun to tuck
For the ones that wanna press their luck
I refuse to be a customer
When dealing with the dust
I was born to be a hustle

Born to be a hustla
Flooding blocks with the uppers
And drugging these mother fuckers
For profit and for the numbers
My pockets hotter than mufflers
Stunting with all the smugglers
Running from under covers
Who's hunting for the ones
That's coming up
F*ck the cops and the judge
They just want us for the bucks
And to lock us up for life
So they lurking for a bust
Just to hurt us with their cuffs
Hoping that we strike back
For a reason to be rough
And act tough huh?
Requesting backup
I see a black kid
I bet you that he has drugs
He has to
Well he's got dreads and a couple tattoos
So bring an extra clip with you
If we get threatened
We can shoot (F*ck the police)
Lyrical bullets
I'm here to penetrate the youth
From a pen and concentration
Of dominating with truth
A bomb that's waiting to boom
With obligation to prove
My annihilations very soon
So anticipate my moves
Acclimated to piles
Making me zoom
My styles taking the fumes
Embracing it with the fire
Just to take me higher than the moon
Calculate desires
From a mouth that's made to spew it out
Till they admire me and my goons
I'm the flyest in the room
I been wired since the womb
So retire or you're doomed
They supplier of tombs
And the firest of shrooms
All you liars with a lot to lose
Bunch of goofy dudes
Looking fruity
Getting screwed
By their label
Unable to claim a loop
That they use
They way too stupid
And turned to bait
So I make them food
After abusing them
From the way
That I'm slaying the tunes
Yea
Already told you
This is what I do
But I ain't got to prove shit
Storman's the weather
Whether you know it or not
You're gonna witness my revolution

I came up out the mud
And got it all from the muscle
Started with a couple bucks
Then I turned into the plug
So I had to run it up
Took the cards I was dealt
Then shuffled just to f*ck it up
Then I got a gun to tuck
For the ones that wanna press their luck
I refuse to be a customer
When dealing with the dust
I was born to be a hustle

Yea
I was born to do this shit
This is more than a passion
It's my fucking religion
I'm here to squeeze
Every drop out this game
Controlling the outcome
Maximizing my energy
With efforts beyond your reach
I will achieve my goals
I do have what it takes
Do you think you have what it takes?
F*ck the procrastination
And trust the process
Don't wake up
Later down the road and be a
Woulda, coulda, shoulda
Type mother fucker
With excuses of why
You couldn't execute
Put it all on the line
Go hustle

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