The Storm

I’m spilling these raps long as you feel 'em

I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing them

I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders

But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think

This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it

Be sure not to loose it

Because you may not re get it

But there's a storm comin' that the weather man couldn't predict,

I hit the gas and I spit the rap, come at me prick

Bitch I'm done take this rhyme blow it up, tick

Now flip and rip it way you feel, shit