The Storm Testo
Testo The Storm
featuring Stevie Wonder
I went through the storm, through the cold and rain,
Everything’s still the same, can’t show how I feel,
Sometimes it’s hard to keep real, you see, the love is a lie with the fortune and fame,
Like the Cadillacs can on brokes, man, a million ways to make a dollar, sometimes I think about my father
You see, my poppa was broke and my momma was young,
Tryin’ to blend in the big city, folk.
Man, that’s the definition of me, a young nigger born in wax, Man, that’s the definition of me, a young nigger born in wax,
Man, that’s the definition of me, a young nigger born in wax, crucified in block,
I’ve been around the block once or twice, grew up around pitbull, nigger fuck trying to look nice.
Motherfuckers got me confused up in this bitch, lot of niggers come out them shoes up in this bitch.
When I was young I didn’t have a quarter to my name,
All my niggers was the same, I figured out who to blame.
My father, who basically left us to death, I mislead,
Streets got me thinking blue for red.
Nah, I ain’t gonna be one of them niggers, I’m about my figures, now it’s time for me to figure.
The game out, trying to hold on my hand out,
Them niggers see me starving and they won’t let out,
And I barely got attention at home, my insecurities had me feeling ugly and alone.
I sing alone.
I went through the storm, through the cold and rain,
Everything’s still the same, can’t show how I feel, sometimes it’s hard to keep real,
You see, the love is a lie with the fortune and fame,
Like the Cadillacs can on brokes, man, a million ways to make a dollar, sometimes I think about my father
You see, my poppa was broke and my momma was young,
Tryin’ to blend in the big city, folk.
Shit get bad when the homie start stealing,
Shit get bad when these bitches catch feelings,
I’m all hustle, trying to get my money up,
My niggers they plotting the scheme, they try to stig me up.
I’m getting more money that you niggers, my bad.
If I got better cars and bros, my bad.
Shit is sad when the homies ain’t happy for you,
Shit is sad when the whole family is hating on you.
God will never give you some somebody,
You suppose to have when I see you niggers mad
And you park game up, step your car game up,
‘cause when these niggers is out shining you won’t give a fuck.
This song’s dedicated to you jealous ass, hating ass, bitch ass niggers,
All you money low niggers.
Before I go let me slow violate you,
Busta Rhymes is thevious, a classic, believe me, c’mon.
I went through the storm, through the cold and rain,
Everything’s still the same, can’t show how I feel, sometimes it’s hard to keep real,
You see, the love is a lie with the fortune and fame,
Like the Cadillacs can on brokes, man, a million ways to make a dollar, sometimes I think about my father
You see, my poppa was broke and my momma was young,
Tryin’ to blend in the big city, folk.
I went through the storm, through the cold and rain,
Everything’s still the same, can’t show how I feel,
Sometimes it’s hard to keep real, you see, the love is a lie with the fortune and fame,
Like the Cadillacs can on brokes, man, a million ways to make a dollar, sometimes I think about my father
You see, my poppa was broke and my momma was young,
Tryin’ to blend in the big city, folk.
Man, that’s the definition of me, a young nigger born in wax, Man, that’s the definition of me, a young nigger born in wax,
Man, that’s the definition of me, a young nigger born in wax, crucified in block,
I’ve been around the block once or twice, grew up around pitbull, nigger fuck trying to look nice.
Motherfuckers got me confused up in this bitch, lot of niggers come out them shoes up in this bitch.
When I was young I didn’t have a quarter to my name,
All my niggers was the same, I figured out who to blame.
My father, who basically left us to death, I mislead,
Streets got me thinking blue for red.
Nah, I ain’t gonna be one of them niggers, I’m about my figures, now it’s time for me to figure.
The game out, trying to hold on my hand out,
Them niggers see me starving and they won’t let out,
And I barely got attention at home, my insecurities had me feeling ugly and alone.
I sing alone.
I went through the storm, through the cold and rain,
Everything’s still the same, can’t show how I feel, sometimes it’s hard to keep real,
You see, the love is a lie with the fortune and fame,
Like the Cadillacs can on brokes, man, a million ways to make a dollar, sometimes I think about my father
You see, my poppa was broke and my momma was young,
Tryin’ to blend in the big city, folk.
Shit get bad when the homie start stealing,
Shit get bad when these bitches catch feelings,
I’m all hustle, trying to get my money up,
My niggers they plotting the scheme, they try to stig me up.
I’m getting more money that you niggers, my bad.
If I got better cars and bros, my bad.
Shit is sad when the homies ain’t happy for you,
Shit is sad when the whole family is hating on you.
God will never give you some somebody,
You suppose to have when I see you niggers mad
And you park game up, step your car game up,
‘cause when these niggers is out shining you won’t give a fuck.
This song’s dedicated to you jealous ass, hating ass, bitch ass niggers,
All you money low niggers.
Before I go let me slow violate you,
Busta Rhymes is thevious, a classic, believe me, c’mon.
I went through the storm, through the cold and rain,
Everything’s still the same, can’t show how I feel, sometimes it’s hard to keep real,
You see, the love is a lie with the fortune and fame,
Like the Cadillacs can on brokes, man, a million ways to make a dollar, sometimes I think about my father
You see, my poppa was broke and my momma was young,
Tryin’ to blend in the big city, folk.
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