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storm - jo$h2lit lyrics

chorus
i was kickin it way back at them stone creek apartments
this remind me how i rose up out that place of darkness
this reminds me of my tribulations and my hardships
demon pushed me down, i pick myself and i fought it

now i’m balling on these n*ggas in my michael vick cleats
i ain’t left the field all got d*mn week
all i know is make that bread, all i know feast
minc from toe to head and giuseppes on my feet

verse 1
disregarded all the years of knowledge i was losing
shook my head and felt a couple screw inside that had loosened
i had burned up еvery brain cell in my nogin i was using
i had burned up еvery brain cell in my nogin now it’s ruined
never felt that admiration that i wanted from the students
never felt the obligation to consider to self improvement
never felt the inspiration in pursuing doing music
i was the feeling the frustration and the hatred i was brewing

while assuming ill be moving, i’ll be grooving, i’ll be cruising i’ll be cooling whiled i’m zooting doing whatever i’m doing

i always kept it low key and i always kept it cool
but i’ll flex on anybody at the m*th*f*ckin school
i ain’t really like to take no pictures neither
unless i got to hold the blunt or got to hold the nina
smelling like a quarter pounder of the refa
feeling like el chapo every time i got the reup

now i’m balling on these n*ggas in my michael vick cleats
i ain’t left the field all got d*mn week
all i know is make that bread, all i know feast
minc from toe to head and giuseppes on my feet

verse 2
y’all lil boys only gang banging for attention
y’all boys went juvi and my n*ggas still in prison
run up on who? you’ll get hit just for attempting
light yo sh*t up and split it up just like a prism

imma sell these beats until i cop a f*cking rari
this is not no lease i bought it cash and it’s all me
beamer benz or bentley, f*ck it n*gga gimme all three
philly n*gga whip a dirt bike f*ck a harley
i don’t do the twitter beef my n*gga you can call me
seen me on my dolo n*gga and you still ain’t off me
clutching on my pole when i travel where the oops be
this a four for four with an extra large frosty

no board games but these n*ggas really sorry
imma father figure like a n*gga was on maury
took dat n*gga b*tch had him feeling extra salty
pass me the morton’s, mccormick’s and laurys

now i’m balling on these n*ggas in my michael vick cleats
i ain’t left the field all got d*mn week
all i know is make that bread, all i know feast
minc from toe to head and giuseppes on my feet

- joh2lit lyrics

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