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through the storm - b.rob lyrics

i said look into my eyes and you’ll see blood start crying out
gave my boy shhh i never thought that he would slim me out
and sh*t be crazy what i write about
imagine tryna live this sh*t while working tryna be a dad
i’m whiling out i’m crying out
i nearly lost my mind while i was grinding out
what’s the price of loyalty ?

i’ll put 50 on you’re boat you’re own
mandem start riding out
what you smiling about
you’re trapped and mans flying out

everyone that ever done me dirty ended up worse
snaked me ended up cursed
1942 we get burst

trench after trench, bench after bench
cali pounds landing hiding stench after stench
ducking under covers hopping fence after fence
you see this lifestyle filled with bl**dy tension
rolling with this sentence

i’m talking big years it’s deeper than detention
tell me what you’re benching
i push weight peng grub
sip purp red stuff
talk wasss get touched head buss
pay for everything man i don’t rent stuff
from this pain i must be next up
come through with my chest up!
i was called to be great
through the storm i go
i gotta hustle cause it’s all i know
through all the trials and tribulations
i, i always make it
through the storm

imma make it
through the storm (yes lord)
through the storm

yo, you want to make god laugh
tell him your plans
i carried the burden of my people
got the world in my hands

put some bread on the table and
n*ggas start showing their hands
start making demands
i fell out with some n*ggas
i’d never make the amends, and why?
cause now i got it
now i’m big bro or the man

when no one believed in me
only my dogs took a chance
said f*ck the advance and
started to hustle for bands, yeah
these are the thoughts of my darker days
tryna get through the storm but
ch*lly talkin’ bout parting ways

few weeks after
i took a l on my largest play
i had to learn the hardaway
that getting a bucket might be my largest pay

lose it all and get it right back
i swear i’m on the right track
first class on my flight back

so high up in the clouds
if i talk to god, he might write back
these thoughts come from the pain in my heart
dog, you can’t write that

i swear these last couple of weeks
we been up at all hours
in search to make the sh*t that come with
the glory all ours
i knew walking down this road that
there was no off hours
your hit was a fluke, we hit glass
difference is that we called ours
no matter the game, you gotta put in the pain
and no matter the range, you gotta make sure you aim
my tears is getting soaked by the wood from these cartier frames
and since grams passed, i ain’t different
i just ain’t been the same

i was called to be great
through the storm i go
i gotta hustle cause it’s all i know
through all the trials and tribulations
i, i always make it
through the storm
ima make it
through the storm (yes lord)
through the storm

i will always make it
through the storm
i’m gonna make it

- b rob lyrics

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