Perfect Storm lyrics

[Intro: Sy Ari Da Kid]
Whole lotta, bad winter
Rain on me, rain on me
Slow motion, cash money
Can't run game on me
My n*ggas 100, they won't change on me

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
Another night, another mission mobbin'
This kush hittin', drivin'
Me and these n*ggas ain't got sh*t in common
Bigger problems, heavy ass bags buncha' sh*t inside it
Dreamin' 'bout a Lamb, woke up ain't even get to drive it
Fish tail
Caught up in some pus*y, missed a brick sale
I just had a quarter and a dream, n*gga, wish well
Head from a thick girl, manicure, tip nails
Baby hairs, stink Uber, that's the reason baby here
This rap sh*t make it harder to sleep
We done f*ckin', think she stayin', why she fallin' asleep?
L.A., Atlanta, home, Houston, do it all in a week
Big cars and soft leather, b*tches fall in the seats
We don't vacation much, my n*ggas all in the street
Phone call, black trucks, they be all for the beef
See we don't vacation much, my n*ggas all in the streets
These phone calls, black trucks they be all for the beef
[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid]
Whole lotta, bad winter
Rain on me, rain on me
Slow motion, cash money
Can't run game on me
My n*ggas, 100, they won't change on me
I already know who I'm better than
Hear me knocking like David, better let 'em in
You are now looking at a veteran
Papa said if you gon' 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
Damn, another young n*gga dead again

[Verse 2: Tsu Surf]
So what's the difference between f*cking and friends and
In a relationship, but not really saying sh*t
About how you hate the sh*t, the comfy complacent sh*t
Don't work, but you make the sh*t, just stop drop roll
It's 'bout safety, sh*t I don't really wanna make you hate me
But lately these n*ggas coming crazy, b*tches tryna taste me
Know it seem good, 'cause when we f*ckin' everything good
It's f*cked up, but I mean good, grinding 'til the team good
This paper chase got a n*gga wired
Kush from the west, sh*t 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*gga dead again
I'm in the car getting head again
Was dark skin, now she red again
Really these pills be the medicine
And these ain’t no Excedrin
Roll the dice bet again
[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid]
Whole lotta, bad winter
Rain on me, rain on me
Slow motion, cash money
Can't run game on me
My n*ggas, 100, they won't change on me
I already know who I'm better than
Hear me knocking like Dave, better let 'em in
You are now looking at a veteran
Papa said if you gon' 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
Damn, another young n*gga dead again