Thru the Storm

P-F-C-T-B-C shit you know

Still on that gang shit

Shit had the whole fucking city scared, you know what up

(J-roc you so crazy)

All night till when it get sunny

We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hundred

When yo' door swing open bitch you gon' see me dumpin

I had to slump him, I put him under

At yo peep hole with a C4 ****

I'm 'bout to bomb shit

Hanging out the window

Rest in peace to Gee Money

And I really mean it

I ain't say that to be funny

**** ratted off they self with a body on his conscious

I'm in that 'ragedy so you know

I'm riding with that Draco (With that Draco)

Me and Lil Dez stick together like Chief Keef

And Tay Doe (Tay Doe)

In a few weeks he'll be free (Hey)

Shout out that boy Fredo (Fredo, yo)

Our last conversation told (Yo, yo, yo, yo)

Be patient watch the snakes and lay low

Five grand on your head, they take it off your neck

Back in the day I'll come spinning on a BMX

Them purple babies got the generation wanna step

At the end of the year they gon' free Lil Kacie

And Lil Reagan next, it's up

All night till when it get sunny

We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hundred

When yo' door swing open bitch you gon' see me dumpin'

I had to slump him, I put him under

At yo peep hole with a C4 ****

I'm 'bout to bomb shit

Hanging out the window

Rest in peace to Gee Money

And I really mean it

I ain't say that to be funny

**** ratted off they self with a body on his conscious

I set that **** up from Plaquemine for my dog Coco

(I swear to God)

'Member that night I spent on junior it was just me and Loco

(Free Loco)

Ever since the police took him from me I been sliding solo

(I've been sliding solo)

I hold that nation on my back I feel like Quasimodo

Bitch I'm Hussein I do what these other rappers don't

They fucking up the game dick riding, idolising punks

Bitch we got souls lotta bodies and you ****

Don't so smoke ain't what you **** want

And I put that shit on unk

All night till when it get sunny

We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hundred

When yo' door swing open bitch you gon' see me dumpin'

I had to slump him, I put him under

At yo peep hole with a C4 ****

I'm 'bout to bomb shit

Hanging out the window

Rest in peace to Gee Money

And I really mean it

I ain't say that to be funny

**** ratted off they self with a body on his conscious

Real life shit, ya heard me

Clique tight shit ****

Them purple babies finna be home real soon, yeah

Y'all **** know whats happening man

We the ones made **** wan' step

**** you know that

Lou Wop Fair con bitch

You know I'm the fucking truth ****

And the truth can never die

So **** could steal me, kill me

I ain't gon' never die and if you

Kill me bitch you gon' die on God

I swear to God we gon' bomb gang shit

Yeah, ha, I ain't playing neither

Uh-uh, uh-uh, lot a Desert Eagle

Uh-uh, uh-uh, and they gon' tell them people

I know rattin' ass ****

(J-Roc you so crazy, crazy)