Through The Storm Lyrics

When it rains you gotta see through the storm

Make it through the dark I'll see you in the morning

Got me stuck in this forest tryna find my way out

Shed a tear about my partner while I keep my head high

I get high to the point I can't think

Oh lord

Leave the crib with a gun on my waist

A 30 clip

Left my fye with my brudda I came back he dirtied it

Pull up to the show we 30 deep

My youngin keep a dirty heat

I keep a Glock no 38

Pour up pint how I meditate

Try to reach and you gone die right there

I swear to God don't you belittle me

Dogging all these hoes

But to my mama I'm a gentleman

Call my ex on accident

She probably think I did it on purpose

Giving up on happiness

I'm good as long as I earn this money

From a sober man I done tured to a junkie

Yeah thinking about death while I'm living

Breaking all the laws but I ain't ready for a sentence

My present to you is my presence

Tell me do you understand that

They probably think I'd die out there

Somehow I came back

Clutching on my .40 while I stop by Racetrac

I'll be damned if my mama get a call that her son died

Riding round town with my bruddas got my gun out

Got my gun out we got guns out

When it rains you gotta see through the storm

Make it through the dark I'll see you in the morning

Got me stuck in this forest tryna find my way out

Shed a tear about my partner while I keep my head high

I get high to the point I can't think

Oh lord

Leave the crib with a gun on my waist

A 30 clip

Left my fye with my brudda I came back he dirtied it

Pouring up in a lamb truck

My cup dirtier then my Airforce 1s

Treat that boy like a stranger how my day ones turned

Gave them all chances but they let me down so much

You can try me like a hoe but I promise I won't run

Got my heart broke by a hoe

And I can promise she ain't shit

Buy my brudda Chico a pound the day I go legit

You gone think he at a playground

The way he tryna slide

Do the crime and you gone lay down

Can't no one do your time

I was in Atlanta the day my partner died

It's tears and promethazine that's coming out my eyes

I ain't tryna wipe it let it dry up

Brodie only sixteen he walk around with a hot gun

You can copy all you want but you is not us

Heard you telling on my mama you better say nun

'Cuz about my mama I'll crash I don't give a fuck

And the day I die I pray to God I got my glizzy tucked

When it rains you gotta see through the storm

Make it through the dark I'll see you in the morning

Got me stuck in this forest tryna find my way out

Shed a tear about my partner while I keep my head high

I get high to the point I can't think

Oh lord

Leave the crib with a gun on my waist

A 30 clip

Left my fye with my brudda I came back he dirtied it