Stormy Days

2-2Step
Only real niggas gon' feel this one right here
Straight gutter baby talk

This a journal from the ghetto, I'm just sharing my story
Really came a long way, I did this shit by my lonely
I'm important in my section, yeah, some' like a trophy
I lost it all for this position, most days it was stormy

This a journal from the ghetto, I'm just sharing my story
Really came a long way, I did this shit by my lonely
I'm important in my section, yeah, some' like a trophy
I lost it all for this position, most days it was stormy

Most days it was stormy, I had to get it from none
If you playing in these trenches, better keep you a gun
When you living how I'm living, swear to God it ain't fun
My peoples told me get a grip, get your head off the block
I'm really coming up from the bottom, you gon' see me on top
Most my niggas in the cell and some dead in a box

That's why I do this shit for y'all, until I'm on, I won't stop
I used to be a bummy nigga, bunch of holes in my socks
'Cause we stole it late at night and they still praying I flop
Got this shit up out the mud, if I make it, just give me props
It's gon' be fuck a nine-to-five, I'm never gon' punch a clock
It's gon' be a scary sight if I slide with my nigga flocks

If you trippin', ain't a issue, just call me, I'll get you knocked
Everybody got a body, nobody without a body
You can't hang up in my circle, you scared to go catch a hommie
Take a trip, knock a nigga, we make it look like a hobby
All my niggas got a stick, look like we playing hockey
Only thing I play is ballin' and shit they call me chalky
And shit they call me chalky
Only thing I play is ballin' and shit they call me chalky

This a journal from the ghetto, I'm just sharing my story
Really came a long way, I did this shit by my lonely
I'm important in my section, yeah, some' like a trophy
I lost it all for this position, most days it was stormy

I lost it all for this position, hit the field and got it back
I was sleeping with some roaches, I was sleeping with some rats
That's the life of the trenches, thug it out, you can't be sad
I was tired of being broke, started robbing for a bag
Hit the halls a couple times, had us sleeping on a mattress
When these niggas turn hard? Back in school they was wack

I bet you they gon' start telling when the shit hit the fan
Nowadays these niggas faking, hard to tell who's your man
Like, where these niggas was at when I was stuck in the can?
Ain't nobody wanna answer, no one sent me a letter
I came home started rapping, started feeling the pressure

But I'm just really story telling, doing it with no effort
Like that one time nigga, it was time for a trip
He was barking real loud, got his dumbass chipped
I heard they still looking for me, bitch, I'm up in the six
You could catch me on the burn, slide down and get flipped

This a journal from the ghetto, I'm just sharing my story
Really came a long way, I did this shit by my lonely
I'm important in my section, yeah, some' like a trophy
I lost it all for this position, most days it was stormy

This a journal from the ghetto, I'm just sharing my story
Really came a long way, I did this shit by my lonely
I'm important in my section, yeah, some' like a trophy
I lost it all for this position, most days it was stormy