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Through Da Storm

Polo G

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Hey big brother, it's me, Leah Remember at the old house, I said you was gonna be a big star one day? I'm so proud of you Mm-mm-mm, Polo G Live in the flesh Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus Walk in court in them shackles, see my mama, her eyes tearin' Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering Everybody go through something, it's all about persevering They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it Phone on D-N-D, I'm out in Cali whippin' through the mountains Just cruisin', feelin' my song, windows down, speakers pounding, yeah My engine roaring and that Gucci tiger growling Expensive taste, my clothes foreign, I be dripping like a fountain Need new shoes, I started hustling 'cause I didn't get no allowance Speeding down the wrong path, found my lane, then I rerouted Hottest in my city, I heard every record label scouting I got rich and left the hood, still don't leave the crib without it Swear it ain't no better feeling than thumbing through these thousands So much money, can't keep track, I think I might need a accountant I been runnin' up that check, them blue hunnids just keep piling Came a long way from depression, all these riches keep me smiling Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus Walk in court in them shackles, see my mama, her eyes tearin' Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering Everybody go through something, it's all about persevering They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it Couldn't leave my brother in them trenches, told him come and stay with me We gon' live like kings for all them nights ain't have no place to sleep Niggas watched us starving, never offered us a place to eat Took off, now they mad, but I know that they won't wait for me Last year I took a trip to every place that I couldn't wait to see Granny, I'm locked up again, sat in that station faithfully Now I'm the golden child, I used to think my mama hated me Ain't budging 'bout no problems, what a nigga gon' come take from me? I heard you a robber, on that concrete, you gon' lay deceased This .40 waving like a blowdryer, gon' hit his face with heat With this shit for life, forever gang until I'm eighty-three Real niggas dyin', it seem like heaven is the place to be Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus Walk in court in them shackles, see my mama, her eyes tearin' Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering Everybody go through something, it's all about persevering They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it

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Jahmere Tylon, Taurus Tremani Bartlett

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Release Name or Album Name

Die A Legend

Record Label

Columbia

Release Date

June 7, 2019

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