RichyMuzic - Quiet Storm lyrics

[Verse] They say money and b**hes can take control of me I was in the kitchen Before these b**hes had even noticed me Stop f**ing with sum n***as Even n***as that's really close to me Caught up with these b**hes I hate it thats how I use to be Really getting noticed Man half of this sh** is new to me Growing up getting in trouble People told me what I'm gonna be Gonna be what I wanna be Boy we don't fw wanna be's Wasn't here for the come up Don't be talking n***a don't talk to me Late night in the stu Making moves I been making moves Boy don't hit my phone if you ain't chasing n***as making moves Kick em with my loubs Or my lous Cause I ain't f** with dude You getting played out lil n***a just like some trues Working all week , no sleep Standing on my feet Still falling back when I peep I'm like n***a geesh Can I get sum peace Throwing up peace Watch a n***a preach Here a n***a preach I been stacking green Tryna get my momma out the trenches I don't f** with b**hes Why tf would I just lie to b**hes Single as a b**h , and getting p**y is a hobby n***a Bussed on yo b**h so when you kiss her I be dying n***a Aye , and I ain't into all that lying n***a Get it how you say and don't be over line lying n***a All that over line tweet talking I ain't with it n***a See em out in public, iont hear a word out of n***as Took my n***a Mari He was here about a week ago Straight up out of juvi Na they took my bro to heaven tho Do it for my bros so you know that I be upping rolls Do it for my uncle so you know I gotta up roll Aye up a roll or two Little a** chain I bet the hoes don't even notice you I be selling d** come and get yo a** a bowl or two Stay around sum n***as that you know would never fold on you Aye many men Many many many many men And you see I'm getting plenty bands Boy I got strap why tf would be throwing hands Told myself I'm done selling d** when I hit a 10 Boy you ain't my blood or my ken Why yo hands out Got yo hands out Cause a n***a whipping bands out Troubled a** kid But I feel like I'm the man I was broke a** hell so I had to chase some bands now b**hes didnt like me n***a na they tryna fw me Remember I was broke and ball head you ain't fw me I Remember I sold d** as a kid and you ain't fw me See a n***a up , so baby na you tryna fw me Aye dirty a** b**h shut that sh** up Tryna fw me cause a n***a got his bands up Cuffs around my waist the only thing that hold my pants up Pockets fat asf Since a n***a got his bands up Money on my mind Just had to stack them bands n***a I was broke as hell I Had to pick up grams Stack them bands Then I had to help my mans But when you hit the 9th grade You see yo friends ain't friends The snakes is really n***as closest too you The realest n***a be the only n***a rolling witchu On a dummy a** mission then he going witchu Was in the slums , so he had the same hunger as you Was tryna eat , so I was up with no sleep Money on my mind So I be grinding all week Ain't talking TLC But my n***as quick to creep Find out where n***as lay and k** that n***a in his sleep They seen a n***a up they tried to take me underneath hit my shows 6 deep n***a with my own heat Know sum n***as from the east who quick to take you off ya feet Got the devil on shoulder tryna take me underneath Remember times we ain't have it So I had to take it Fake belts , fake chains Guess I had to fake it But na a n***a getting chicken I feel like I made it A long way up to the top and in just being patient