Young M.A - Quiet Storm lyrics

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Young M.A - Quiet Storm lyrics

[Verse] So I been told I'm the hottest in New York Believe that ma'? Yeah, n***a what you thought And I ain't even signed, yet And Flex said 'where you been hiding at?' Never hidden, all the sh** that I'm spittin' been invented Songs been written Shows been did it The booth been in it Damn I feel offended And now I'm known from the Atlantic to the Pacific This is just me, I ain't tryna be different That's the problem with the game, everybody something they isn't My goal is the business, f** seven digits I'm just tryna do, what my brother didn't, I love ya n***a The pain deep, I can feel it in my stomach n***a That's the pain and the hunger n***a I'm from the jungle, to feel success you gotta struggle To get where I'm at I had to hustle, that's why I'm humble I had to cry, I had to hurt, I was at my worst Mama wondered why I never liked to wear a skirt Or wear a purse, I tried to be girly once But fortunately it didn't work I'm coming up something like a hiccup burp You running up, see that's gon' get you hit and murked You tryna f** cause I can see me in the skirt Double cup sippin' on the Henny, blowing purp Ring ring the labels calling, so let's see what the labels talking You tryna get the fortune, we tryna build a corporate Then incorporate the fortune If ain't what we talking, then it ain't important I'm out your office, I'm off this In other words don't buy it if you can't afford it I keep telling these n***a I got a old soul Squad dressed in all red like a cold nose It's Redlyfe, yeah the bros and the hoes know Redbone p**y looking like rose gold Then I make her turn around like a close row Tell her lean that body over like a old rose Watch looking like something out of cold stones Gold plated, white diamonds yeah them cold stones Froze bites in my chains like cold toes Ice box for a heart, I got a cold soul So tell them guys, don't f** with me I'm here now now you stuck with me My goons stay with the metal like a cutlery We s**er free, you a wannabe, you under me This rap sh**, this is fun to me That show money ain't enough to me You rap guys y'all lunch to me These thot hoes just a f** to me Just a mhm in a nut to me