Hurricane Lyrics

All of this pain fucked me up a lot

Would I be able to recover from this shit

All of this pain fucked me up a lot

Would I be able to recover from this shit

I used to be a bump now diamonds glow

I used to wear bro my everyday clothes

Now on wrist there are vivis alone

Now I got drip and I am popping like I am pro

Used to roll weed from my time in the hood

Used to smoke trees but I think I understood

That I need my brain like I needed my tool

I poped some weird shit now I am back in the stud

Its cold on roads some move weight like it snows

There's a fine line they're like watch for the cons

Back from my roots I was growing alone

I got this whip from the streaming them songs

But now I am growing like I'll levitate

Don't hold me back bae just let me be great

Man I throw up with these lames who is saying

They killin n shooting while this bitch on a plane

There is a fine line whatever you do there's a fine line

Bitch I got time you whining and shit you ain't no fine

You is again lying can't fuck with that shit bitch I am frontline

All day you just crying come on I'll teach you just be mine

There is a fine line whatever you do there's a fine line

Bitch I got time you whining and shit you ain't no fine

You is again lying can't fuck with that shit bitch I am frontline

All day you just crying come on I'll teach you just be mine

All of this pain fucked me up a lot

Would I be able to recover from this shit

All of this pain fucked me up a lot

Would I be able to recover from this shit

Devil searching my soul but I don't want

Devil searching my soul

Devil searching my soul but I don't want

Devil searching my soul