When it rains you gotta see through the storm
Make it through the dark I'll see you in the morning
Got me stuck in this forest tryna find my way out
Shed a tear about my partner while I keep my head high
I get high to the point I can't think
Oh lord
Leave the crib with a gun on my waist
A 30 clip
Left my fye with my brudda I came back he dirtied it
Pull up to the show we 30 deep
My youngin keep a dirty heat
I keep a Glock no 38
Pour up pint how I meditate
Try to reach and you gone die right there
I swear to God don't you belittle me
Dogging all these hoes
But to my mama I'm a gentleman
Call my ex on accident
She probably think I did it on purpose
Giving up on happiness
I'm good as long as I earn this money
From a sober man I done tured to a junkie
Yeah thinking about death while I'm living
Breaking all the laws but I ain't ready for a sentence
My present to you is my presence
Tell me do you understand that
They probably think I'd die out there
Somehow I came back
Clutching on my .40 while I stop by Racetrac
I'll be damned if my mama get a call that her son died
Riding round town with my bruddas got my gun out
Got my gun out we got guns out
When it rains you gotta see through the storm
Make it through the dark I'll see you in the morning
Got me stuck in this forest tryna find my way out
Shed a tear about my partner while I keep my head high
I get high to the point I can't think
Oh lord
Leave the crib with a gun on my waist
A 30 clip
Left my fye with my brudda I came back he dirtied it
Pouring up in a lamb truck
My cup dirtier then my Airforce 1s
Treat that boy like a stranger how my day ones turned
Gave them all chances but they let me down so much
You can try me like a hoe but I promise I won't run
Got my heart broke by a hoe
And I can promise she ain't shit
Buy my brudda Chico a pound the day I go legit
You gone think he at a playground
The way he tryna slide
Do the crime and you gone lay down
Can't no one do your time
I was in Atlanta the day my partner died
It's tears and promethazine that's coming out my eyes
I ain't tryna wipe it let it dry up
Brodie only sixteen he walk around with a hot gun
You can copy all you want but you is not us
Heard you telling on my mama you better say nun
'Cuz about my mama I'll crash I don't give a fuck
And the day I die I pray to God I got my glizzy tucked
When it rains you gotta see through the storm
Make it through the dark I'll see you in the morning
Got me stuck in this forest tryna find my way out
Shed a tear about my partner while I keep my head high
I get high to the point I can't think
Oh lord
Leave the crib with a gun on my waist
A 30 clip
Left my fye with my brudda I came back he dirtied it