Through Da Storm

作词 : Polo G/Jahmere Tylon

作曲 : Polo G/Jahmere Tylon

Hey big brother, it's me, Leah

Remember at the old house

I said you was gonna be a big star one day?

I’m so proud of you

Mmh, mmh, mmh, Polo G

Live in the flesh

Know my grandma still with me,

When it get cold, I feel your spirit

Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus

Walk in court in them shackles,

See my mama, her eyes tearin’

Tryna work towards these blessings

But the devil keep interfering

Everybody go through something, it's all about perseverance

They was counting me out,

I put passion in every lyric

**** a sack up at Neimans,

Spend some racks on my appearance

Yeah, I know that they hate,

I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it

Phone on DND,

I'm out in Cali whippin' through the mountains

Just cruisin', feelin' my song,

Windows down, speakers pounding, yeah

My engine roaring and that Gucci tiger growling

Expensive taste, my clothes foreign,

I be dripping like a fountain

Need new shoes,

I started hustling ’cause I didn’t get no allowance

Speeding down the wrong path,

Found my lane, then I rerouted

Hottest in my city, I heard every word the labels scouted

I got rich and left the hood,

Still don't leave the crib without it

Swear it ain’t no better feeling

Than thumbing through these thousands

So much money, can't keep track,

I think I might need an accountant

I been runnin' up that check,

Them blue hundreds just keep piling

Came a long way from depression,

All these riches keep me smiling

Know my grandma still with me,

When it get cold, I feel your spirit

Talkin' to my lil’ sister, phone calls through Securus

Walk in court in them shackles,

See my mama, her eyes tearin'

Tryna work towards these blessings

But the devil keep interfering

Everybody go through something,

It's all about perseverance

They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric

**** a sack up at Neimans,

Spend some racks on my appearance

Yeah, I know that they hate,

I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it

Couldn't leave my brother in them trenches,

Told him come and stay with me

We gon' live like kings for all them nights

Ain't have no place to sleep

Niggas watched us starving

Never offered us a place to eat

Took off, now they mad,

But I know that they won't wait for me

Last year I took a trip

To every place that I couldn't wait to see

Granny, I'm locked up again, sat in that station faithfully

Now I'm the golden child, I used to think my mama hated me

Ain't budging 'bout no problems,

Swear these mother****ers gon' come take from me

I heard you a robber, on that concrete,

You gon' lay deceased

This .40 waving like a blowdryer,

Gon' hit his face with heat

With this shit for life, forever gang until I'm 83

Real mother****ers dyin', it seem like Heaven is the place to be

Know my grandma still with me,

When it get cold, I feel your spirit

Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus

Walk in court in them shackles,

See my mama, her eyes tearin'

Tryna work towards these blessings

But the devil keep interfering

Everybody go through something, it's all about perseverance

They was counting me out,

I put passion in every lyric

**** a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance

Yeah, I know that they hate,

I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it