Global Empire Music Group's Clutch Beats - Perfect Storm lyrics

[Intro: Sy Ari Da Kid] Whole lotta, A1, rain on 'em Slow motion, ay, game winner My n***as, A1, they won't change on me [Verse 1: Tsu Surf] Another night, another mission mobbin, this kush hittin', drivin' Me and these n***as ain't got sh** in common Bigger problems, heavy a** bags buncha' sh** inside 'em Dreamin' bout a Lam, woke up ain't even get to drive it, fish tail Pulled up in some p**y, Missed a brick sale I just had a quarter and a dream, n***a wished well Head from a thick girl, manicure and tip nails Baby hairs, stink uber, that's the reason baby here This rap sh** make it harder to sleep We done f**in', think she stayin', why she fallin' alseep L.A., Atlanta, Home, Houston, do it all in a week Big cars and soft leather, b**hes fall in the seats We don't vacation much, my n***as all in the streets Phone calls, black trucks they be all for the beef See we don't vacation much, my n***as all in the streets These phone calls, black trucks they be all for the beef [Hook: Sy Ari Da Kid] Whole lotta, A1, rain on 'em Slow motion, cash money, came winning My n***as, 100, they won't change on me I already know who we better than It be knocking like David Letterman You are now looking at a veteran Papa said if you play then you better win Ay, hell nah we ain't settling I can see the storm coming like a weatherman Hey, roll the dice, bet again and another young n***a dead again [Verse 2: Tsu Surf] So what's the difference between f**ing and friends And in a relationship, but not really saying sh** About how you hate the sh**, the comfy complacent sh** Don't work, but you make the sh**, just stop drop roll It's 'bout safety, sh** I don't really wanna make you hate me But lately these n***as coming crazy, b**hes tryna taste me Know it seem good, cause when we f**in' everything good It's f**ed up, but I mean good, grinding 'til the team good This paper chase got a n***a wired Kush from the west, sh** hittin' fire I say I trap and you say I'm a liar Proceed what happened with cool and keeping it low key What happened with cool and keeping it low key Another young n***a dead again I'm in the car getting head again Was dark skin, now she red again Really these pills be the medicine And even though you said you wouldn't Roll the dice bet again [Hook: Sy Ari Da Kid] Whole lotta, A1, rain on 'em Slow motion, cash money, came winning My n***as, 100, they won't change on me I already know who we better than It be knocking like David Letterman You are now looking at a veteran Papa said if you play then you better win Ay, hell nah we ain't settling I can see the storm coming like a weatherman Hey, roll the dice, bet again and another young n***a dead again