Quiet Storm - Shy Glizzy, Bigga Rankin

Yeah

We know who Doughboy is

It’s a storm coming

Boom boom boom boom boom

I’m going hard for it, I had to starve for it

Remember when I ain’t have no money, I had to rob for it

Stood on the block for it, ran from the cops for it

We still be trappin' out them houses with the cardboard

But don’t be trippin' over here, no shit is not yours

I heard you saving that lil bitch, better do some time for her

I make her pull up to my condo, go up nine floors

And she gon' get right to it pronto, my lil fine whore

She asked me what is my cologne, lil bitch that’s Tom Ford

Now let me slam all in that pussy like a backboard

The trap niggas up now, look at the jack boys

Them cameras how they get you whacked, just get it back boy

Oh why my heart so cold, and why my watch so froze (burr)

Really I don’t know, I did it on my own (Young Jefe)

You see I’m doing numbers, I’m runnin' out the dungeon

You hear the birds hummin', where goes the thunder

It’s a storm coming, it’s a storm coming

I got real hundreds, yeah all she want is money

You see we came from nothing, you better get to running

It’s a storm coming, it’s a storm coming

One thing I learned growing up in these streets is that you can’t run from the

storm forever.

You got to learn to stand up to it.

See there is dignity in

surviving a storm.

You won’t ever walk out of a storm the same person that went

in. Glizzy, you have survived every storm that came your way.

It’s your time to

rain!