Big Storm (feat. Taji Love)

1997 January 7th said it was a Big Storm 23 years later decided to drop a hit for em Usually defer to writing, working on my free form *Guru Let it breathe* Tip ya cap to the Clever Capricorn Mama taught me weather storms Don't let them snatch what's in ya palms And when you rise in the morning Just recite your favorite psalm Sometimes I be feeling shame tryna talk to em Cause all the shit I'm sorry for I'm probably gonna keep doing I been through it I learned to be humble and play the Student Now I'm checking all the boxes in ya rubric Scream the Guru tie a double knot because the shoe fits Disrespect a wolf, you falling victim to these 2 fists They shocked that I really do this I'm far from the nigga you went to school with The road to greatness, it took to patience it's hard to do it They'll bury me in the ruins Queens niggas get to the money And I could prove The bragging becomes a nuisance *Guru Let it breathe* Rich rolled a backwood it's finna be stupid Before then civics days we had to get to trooping The story starts when Ohdie puts bubble kush in the hookah And let just say that niggas in Woodhaven respect me super Guru let it breathe Pain follows me Stuck in the misery Yea I just need time to breathe I need to be set free Look Keep ya friends close, target ya foes Carefully Pray my shawty loyal, I know that she rarely hear from me I don't need to speak it I know who was really there for me I just want respect l, don't care if these niggas feeling me Low beams bad bitch in my rear view Barely watching road She keep looking at her hair do Curved body Something I could steer through I'm just tryna dip in wet like the navy seals do I hope ya shawty peal through Said she liked the dates but in bed she couldn't feel you Pigs can't find the dope cause we got that shit seal proofed And the weed we smoke is a healing like a senzu Soul out ya body that's shit feel new My existence pose a threat to the youngin's and the vets And every soul that tried to claim that they the best Ion care if you 6'7 you'll still be looking up I'm focused like jab step Melo when he be cooking up I'm driving pissy through Milly city you know the foots is up Private dinners with many women It's wasn't shooter luck 2020 they'll peeping growth It's not a rumor, only speak what I know Fucker Ha Pain follows me Stuck in the misery Yea I just need time to breathe I need to be set free 1997 January 7th they said it was a Big Storm 23 years later decided to drop a hit for em Usually defer to writing, working on my free form *Guru Let it breathe* Yea Ohhh Ohhhhhh Yea Yea