Stormy Days lyrics

[Intro]
2— 2Step
Only real n*ggas gon' feel this one right here
Straight gutter baby talk

[Chorus]
This a journal from the ghetto, I'm just sharing my story
Really came a long way, I did this sh*t 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 sh*t 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

[Verse 1]
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 n*ggas in the cell and some dead in a box
That's why I do this sh*t for y'all, until I'm on, I won't stop
I used to be a bummy n*gga, bunch of holes in my socks
'Cause we stole it late at night and they still praying I flop
Got this sh*t up out the mud, if I make it, just give me props
It's gon' be f*ck a nine-to-five, I'm never gon' punch a clock
It's gon' be a scary sight if I slide with my n*gga 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 homi'
Take a trip, knock a n*gga, we make it look like a hobby
All my n*ggas got a stick, look like we playing hockey
Only thing I play is ballin' and sh*t that can leave you chalky
And sh*t that can leave you chalky
Only thing I play is ballin' and sh*t that can leave you chalky
[Chorus]
This a journal from the ghetto, I'm just sharing my story
Really came a long way, I did this sh*t 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

[Verse 2]
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
Since when these n*ggas turn hard? Back in school they was wack
I bet you they gon' start telling when the sh*t hit the fan
Nowadays these n*ggas faking, hard to tell who's your man
Like, where these n*ggas 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 n*gga, it was time for a trip
He was barking real loud, got his dumbass chipped
I heard they still looking for me, b*tch, I'm up in the six
You could catch me on the burn, slide down and get flipped

[Chorus]
This a journal from the ghetto, I'm just sharing my story
Really came a long way, I did this sh*t 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 sh*t 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