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quiet storm - damjonboi lyrics

[intro]
this sh*t
i wanted to give up on this sh*t, i couldn’t
(damjonboi)
everybody know, n*gga, i’ll never stop
sh*t

[verse]
street n*gga with a million dollar mindset
jumped in this sh*t years ago, wasn’t my time yet
put some cheese on his homeboy, that’s a side bet
walk down with these chopsticks, that’s a sidestep
amiri jeans tight as h*ll, both pockets stuffed
beezy gone, tourney gone, who can i trust? (f*ck)
just because they throwin’ fives don’t mean they one of us
the gang can rely on me ’cause they know i’m clutch
if i don’t get rich, then i’ma die tryin’
yeah, wе heard them lil’ diss songs, now n*gga, stop hidin’
been havin’ my way with this sh*t, and i’m not lyin’
ain’t n0body buy that bullsh*t, n*gga, stop cryin’
the g.o.a.t., thеy knew it was a wrap soon as i spoke
i can’t take these n*ggas serious, you a joke (sh*t)
how you gon’ put some cheese on me (how?) if you broke?
put the city on my back like a coat (yeah)
drop the bag in a knap, like the coach
he must be from 8 mile, we seen him choke (f*ck)
tee been on my side since i started
i can’t let these b*tches in my life, i’m cold hearted (no cap)
hmm
back to this street sh*t (let’s get it)
them shootouts, them pill runs, that beef sh*t
police pulled me over askin’ questions, i ain’t seen sh*t
you at the table with some n*ggas you can’t eat with
i’m at the table with some k!llers, and they keep sticks
left the lot in the foreign with the pink slips (skrrt*skrrt)
it’s gon’ be kind of hard to touch me ’cause i’m god’s son (hm?)
i know you heard ’bout sb, but get the job done
legend, still puttin’ on for the subman
money and hoes everywhere, i’m in heaven (mm*hmm)
i’m f*ckin’ up, mixin’ business with the pleasure (f*ckin’ up)
n*gga, stop complainin’ and get on my level
sh*t get real when you hear tee take the drums out (what song?)
i had to send the b*tches home and bring the guns out (oh, what song?)
n*ggas made this sh*t a job, it took the fun out
fans be on my ass, can’t even bring my son out (d*mn)
it’s funny when i caught a run, i was on the run (d*mn)
blind a motherf*cker if i stand in the sun (ice)
i was raised with the k!llers, keep this sh*t a hun’
do it big in ny, r.i.p. to pun
i just freestyled a whole song and it was fire
on the westside pickin’ up a rat, she on myers
see, this rap sh*t turned a lot of n*ggas into liars
i got rats, i got sl*ts, i got baddies (i got baddies)
i want the benz coupe, you can keep the caddy (keep it)
do you want a percocet or an addy? (here you go)
he was talkin’, now his body in the alley
my lil’ n*gga want a drac’, i’ma buy it for him
get your ass tangled up in the quiet storm
i was tired of takin’ l’s, that’s alliance form
you ain’t do sh*t for them n*ggas but keep lyin’ to ’em

- damjonboi lyrics

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