Vito03 - ThunderStorm

I'm smoking dope
Lost my uncle from
Smoking that nicotine
Ready to go
On any nigga that
Think they want smoke with me
Yo guns for show
And mine don really
Made some niggas bleed
I'm from the Cola
Where most of all them niggas
It ain no love up in the streets
Fuck tryna have a team
These niggas play like they be tough
But won't say shit to me
The lord keep taking all my folks
Hate seeing my momma grieve
That boy pop up like he gone buss
I bet I make em leave

We brought the thunderstorm in
It was just off the vibes
All real ain no lies
The pain cause me to fly
First time I touched a ten
Thought I figured out life
Fucked it up was broke again
Won't trip I'm rolling the dice
I be sitting thinking
Why the fuck my dawg aint here
Them different city plates
Watch out for them folks
Over there
Never get to comfortable
Ion care where I'm at
I come around yo company
Do em bad for some racks
You played me like I'm noting
Ain going out like a sap
You see the repercussion
Now you got ya heart in ya lap
I was always quick to give
Ain care to receive
Pouring syrup pop a perc
Fucking up how I be breath
How we end up not together
You the one that I need
I flip a pack in any weather
Ain nothing stooped me from cheese
Wanna be the best that I can be
Won't try to guess my destiny
I teach my self the recipe
Gang-Gang to the death of me
Ain no one ever step to me
Most of yall raps be made believe
Replace my 9 with glock 40
Shots at his top for victory
Just wanted gwap
Been through some things
Gone lock me in for dividends
And ion need no fucking friends
Me and my twin gone get it in
Don't say a word
Nigga
Gone head and spin the bin
Moved to the burgs
I guess I'm bout my business then
Fuck what you heard
I laid down like many men
We ride suburb
The work behind
In a mini van

I'm smoking dope
Lost my uncle from
Smoking that nicotine
Ready to go
On any nigga that think
They want smoke with me
Yo guns for show
And mine don really made
Some niggas bleed
I'm from the Cola
Where most of all them niggas
It ain no love up in the streets
Fuck tryna have a team
These niggas play like they be tough
But won't say shit to me
The lord keep taking all my folks
Hate seeing my momma grieve
That boy pop up like he gone buss
I bet I make em leave

Written by:
Byron Alexander

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