THRU THE STORM
We went from rags to riches tryna get this paper
They tryna intimidate us But could never break us
Every time something wrong in my city
They try and blame us
And we got bigger chains and brand cuban links
Black on black the suburban every time we link
And we grew up in gutters we washed up in the sink
And they ask why would I flex
Nigga what the fk you think
You know we made it through the storm
You know we made it through the storm
Me and my brovas done come out from under
Up out the gutter
On my mama
I know she been prayin we make it
Ain't no other option (I'm taking)
Hand on my heart
All these Blessings came wit all this trauma
How they gon switch on us now
We only gettin started
Still got brothers that uh
Get it off the curb
And uh
Some go to work
And uh
Some go to church
But it's still gang
Southside you know what's real man
We went from rags to riches
I'm Never switchin
You know the deal fam
And we got bigger chains and brand cuban links
Black on black the suburban every time we link
And we grew up in gutters we washed up in the sink
And they ask why would I flex
Nigga what the fk you think
You know we made it through the storm
You know we made it through the storm
Still out here we paper chasin
Everyday we praying
Lord forgive us for the same mistakes we makin
I know
That's all part of the game when you try and make it
Through all the struggle n the pain
We on the grind
No vacations
And that's on gang
I Ain't settlin for second place
How could we give up now
When we well ahead of the race
We gon shut em down
If they ever get in the way
Too see my mama smile
I promise
We coming for everything
We went from rags to riches tryna get this paper
They tryna intimidate us But could never break us
Every time something wrong in my city
They try and blame us
And we got bigger chains and brand cuban links
Black on black the suburban every time we link
And we grew up in gutters we washed up in the sink
And they ask why would I flex
Nigga what the fk you think
You know we made it through the storm
You know we made it through the storm
Through The Storm Video (MV)
Performed By: No Money Enterprise
Length: 2:34
Written by: JAMES ANGUS, JUNIOR LEAUPEPE, SCHNEIDER LEAUPEPE, SHAYAN VESSAL
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THRU THE STORM
We went from rags to riches tryna get this paper
They tryna intimidate us But could never break us
Every time something wrong in my city
They try and blame us
And we got bigger chains and brand cuban links
Black on black the suburban every time we link
And we grew up in gutters we washed up in the sink
And they ask why would I flex
Nigga what the fk you think
You know we made it through the storm
You know we made it through the storm
Me and my brovas done come out from under
Up out the gutter
On my mama
I know she been prayin we make it
Ain't no other option (I'm taking)
Hand on my heart
All these Blessings came wit all this trauma
How they gon switch on us now
We only gettin started
Still got brothers that uh
Get it off the curb
And uh
Some go to work
And uh
Some go to church
But it's still gang
Southside you know what's real man
We went from rags to riches
I'm Never switchin
You know the deal fam
And we got bigger chains and brand cuban links
Black on black the suburban every time we link
And we grew up in gutters we washed up in the sink
And they ask why would I flex
Nigga what the fk you think
You know we made it through the storm
You know we made it through the storm
Still out here we paper chasin
Everyday we praying
Lord forgive us for the same mistakes we makin
I know
That's all part of the game when you try and make it
Through all the struggle n the pain
We on the grind
No vacations
And that's on gang
I Ain't settlin for second place
How could we give up now
When we well ahead of the race
We gon shut em down
If they ever get in the way
Too see my mama smile
I promise
We coming for everything
We went from rags to riches tryna get this paper
They tryna intimidate us But could never break us
Every time something wrong in my city
They try and blame us
And we got bigger chains and brand cuban links
Black on black the suburban every time we link
And we grew up in gutters we washed up in the sink
And they ask why would I flex
Nigga what the fk you think
You know we made it through the storm
You know we made it through the storm
We went from rags to riches tryna get this paper
They tryna intimidate us But could never break us
Every time something wrong in my city
They try and blame us
And we got bigger chains and brand cuban links
Black on black the suburban every time we link
And we grew up in gutters we washed up in the sink
And they ask why would I flex
Nigga what the fk you think
You know we made it through the storm
You know we made it through the storm
Me and my brovas done come out from under
Up out the gutter
On my mama
I know she been prayin we make it
Ain't no other option (I'm taking)
Hand on my heart
All these Blessings came wit all this trauma
How they gon switch on us now
We only gettin started
Still got brothers that uh
Get it off the curb
And uh
Some go to work
And uh
Some go to church
But it's still gang
Southside you know what's real man
We went from rags to riches
I'm Never switchin
You know the deal fam
And we got bigger chains and brand cuban links
Black on black the suburban every time we link
And we grew up in gutters we washed up in the sink
And they ask why would I flex
Nigga what the fk you think
You know we made it through the storm
You know we made it through the storm
Still out here we paper chasin
Everyday we praying
Lord forgive us for the same mistakes we makin
I know
That's all part of the game when you try and make it
Through all the struggle n the pain
We on the grind
No vacations
And that's on gang
I Ain't settlin for second place
How could we give up now
When we well ahead of the race
We gon shut em down
If they ever get in the way
Too see my mama smile
I promise
We coming for everything
We went from rags to riches tryna get this paper
They tryna intimidate us But could never break us
Every time something wrong in my city
They try and blame us
And we got bigger chains and brand cuban links
Black on black the suburban every time we link
And we grew up in gutters we washed up in the sink
And they ask why would I flex
Nigga what the fk you think
You know we made it through the storm
You know we made it through the storm
Writer: JAMES ANGUS, JUNIOR LEAUPEPE, SCHNEIDER LEAUPEPE, SHAYAN VESSAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC