Loss in these trenches
Momma told me focus
Niggas done disappeared
No hocus pocus
New pack in hope its potent
Why you around I need to know ya motive
You a little homie
Ya big homie bogus
Detective trying to show us folders
I don't know nothing
Got no words to say
I dont know no loose
I never heard of grey
Choppers lift the murder rate
Pray for me I pray for you
Other niggas playing it to
Caught me lacking started clapping
Luckily I made it through
Bag it up bust down
Plug talk order plates
Curve the bitch
Sunday be for all my daddy daughter dates
Bag it bust up down
Plug talk order plates
Curve the bitch
Sunday be for all my daddy daughter dates
All I gotta do is stay strong
When its raining and pouring
La di da da daaa aaa
Ayyoooo
When the haters and ops
Don't let em get up in our way
Im a keep my head high
And don't care what they think
What they think
Or what they saying
Ima make it through the storm
Im a star in this league
So f*ck missing games
Im like Shareef in the house
Preaching to this Kane
Y'all boys pray to god
Hoping that he save you
It ain't nothing real
In them genes ya daddy gave you
Watch out for turning tables
Be careful who you eat with
These bitches live for labels
Be careful who you sleep with
Paranoid from loud sounds
Because of live rounds
Niggas shooting ladders
Hoping they get to slide down
Tika in there yelling
Cause the baby trying to lie down
Stomach growling connect said
The chicken getting fried now
Im just waiting on my turn to eat
When shit get real we turn to them streets
All I gotta do is stay strong
When its raining and pouring
La di da da daaa aaa
Ayyoooo
When the haters and ops
Don't let em get up in our way
Im a keep my head high
And don't care what they think
What they think
Or what they saying
Ima make it through the storm
Dirty O - Survivng the Storm (feat. Sada, Surf) Lyrics
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Loss in these trenches
Momma told me focus
Niggas done disappeared
No hocus pocus
New pack in hope its potent
Why you around I need to know ya motive
You a little homie
Ya big homie bogus
Detective trying to show us folders
I don't know nothing
Got no words to say
I dont know no loose
I never heard of grey
Choppers lift the murder rate
Pray for me I pray for you
Other niggas playing it to
Caught me lacking started clapping
Luckily I made it through
Bag it up bust down
Plug talk order plates
Curve the bitch
Sunday be for all my daddy daughter dates
Bag it bust up down
Plug talk order plates
Curve the bitch
Sunday be for all my daddy daughter dates
All I gotta do is stay strong
When its raining and pouring
La di da da daaa aaa
Ayyoooo
When the haters and ops
Don't let em get up in our way
Im a keep my head high
And don't care what they think
What they think
Or what they saying
Ima make it through the storm
Im a star in this league
So f*ck missing games
Im like Shareef in the house
Preaching to this Kane
Y'all boys pray to god
Hoping that he save you
It ain't nothing real
In them genes ya daddy gave you
Watch out for turning tables
Be careful who you eat with
These bitches live for labels
Be careful who you sleep with
Paranoid from loud sounds
Because of live rounds
Niggas shooting ladders
Hoping they get to slide down
Tika in there yelling
Cause the baby trying to lie down
Stomach growling connect said
The chicken getting fried now
Im just waiting on my turn to eat
When shit get real we turn to them streets
All I gotta do is stay strong
When its raining and pouring
La di da da daaa aaa
Ayyoooo
When the haters and ops
Don't let em get up in our way
Im a keep my head high
And don't care what they think
What they think
Or what they saying
Ima make it through the storm
Momma told me focus
Niggas done disappeared
No hocus pocus
New pack in hope its potent
Why you around I need to know ya motive
You a little homie
Ya big homie bogus
Detective trying to show us folders
I don't know nothing
Got no words to say
I dont know no loose
I never heard of grey
Choppers lift the murder rate
Pray for me I pray for you
Other niggas playing it to
Caught me lacking started clapping
Luckily I made it through
Bag it up bust down
Plug talk order plates
Curve the bitch
Sunday be for all my daddy daughter dates
Bag it bust up down
Plug talk order plates
Curve the bitch
Sunday be for all my daddy daughter dates
All I gotta do is stay strong
When its raining and pouring
La di da da daaa aaa
Ayyoooo
When the haters and ops
Don't let em get up in our way
Im a keep my head high
And don't care what they think
What they think
Or what they saying
Ima make it through the storm
Im a star in this league
So f*ck missing games
Im like Shareef in the house
Preaching to this Kane
Y'all boys pray to god
Hoping that he save you
It ain't nothing real
In them genes ya daddy gave you
Watch out for turning tables
Be careful who you eat with
These bitches live for labels
Be careful who you sleep with
Paranoid from loud sounds
Because of live rounds
Niggas shooting ladders
Hoping they get to slide down
Tika in there yelling
Cause the baby trying to lie down
Stomach growling connect said
The chicken getting fried now
Im just waiting on my turn to eat
When shit get real we turn to them streets
All I gotta do is stay strong
When its raining and pouring
La di da da daaa aaa
Ayyoooo
When the haters and ops
Don't let em get up in our way
Im a keep my head high
And don't care what they think
What they think
Or what they saying
Ima make it through the storm
Writer: Durell Westbrook
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