Through Da Storm

                       Dm          
Know my grandma still with me, when
                          Bb
 it get cold, I feel your spirit
                    F           
Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone 
               Am/E
calls through Securus
                       Dm          
Walk in court in them shackles, see
                   Bb
 my mama, her eyes tearin’
                         F         
Tryna work towards these blessings 
                         C
but the devil keep interfering
                     Dm            
Everybody go through something, 
                  Bb
it's all about persevering
                      F        
They was counting me out, I put 
                   Am/E
passion in every lyric
                      Dm        
Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend 
                   Bb
some racks on my appearance
                          F        
Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm 
                     C
the man, ain't tryna hear it


[Verse 1]
                  Dm         
Phone on DND, I'm out in Cali 
                      Bb
whippin' through the mountains
                           F   
Just cruisin', feelin' my song, 
                        Am/E
windows down, speakers pounding, 
yeah
          Dm                    
My engine roaring and that Gucci 
       Bb
tiger growling
                            F      
Expensive taste, my clothes 
                       C
foreign, I be dripping like a 
fountain
                          Dm       
Need new shoes, I started hustling 
                        Bb
’cause I didn’t get no allowance
                        F          
Speeding down the wrong path, found
                   Am/E
 my lane, then I rerouted
                    Dm         
Hottest in my city, I had every 
              Bb
record label scouting
                        F          
I got rich and left the hood, still
                         C
 don't leave the crib without it
                         Dm     
Swear it ain’t no better feeling 
than thumbing through these 
  Bb
thousands
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                            F      
So much money, can't keep track, I 
                        Am/E
think I might need an accountant
                       Dm          
I been runnin' up that check, them 
                        Bb
blue hundreds just keep piling
                       F           
Came a long way from depression, 
                  C
all these riches keep me smiling


[Chorus]
                      Dm           
Know my grandma still with me, when
                          Bb
 it get cold, I feel your spirit
                   F            
Talkin' to my lil’ sister, phone 
               Am/E
calls through Securus
                       Dm          
Walk in court in them shackles, see
                    Bb
 my mama, her eyes tearin'
                           F       
Tryna work towards these blessings 
                      C
but the devil keep interfering
                      Dm           
Everybody go through something, 
                 Bb
it's all about persevering
                   F           
They was counting me out, I put 
                  Am/E
passion in every lyric
                       Dm       
Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend 
                       Bb
some racks on my appearance
                       F           
Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm 
                   C
the man, ain't tryna hear it


[Verse 2]
Couldn't leave my brother in them 
 Dm                             
trenches, told him come and stay 
      Bb
with me
                            F      
We gon' live like kings for all 
them nights ain't have no place to 
Am/E
sleep
                               Dm  
Niggas watched us starving and 
                        Bb
never offered us a plate to eat
                        F          
Took off, now they mad, but I know 
                         C
that they won't wait for me
                           Dm   
Last year I took a trip to every 
                               Bb
place that I couldn't wait to see
                      F            
Granny, I'm locked up again, sat in
                   Am/E
 that station faithfully
                            Dm     
Now I'm the golden child, I used to
                     Bb
 think my mama hated me
Ain't budging 'bout no problems, 
F                                C
what a nigga gon' come take from me?
                      Dm     
I heard you a robber, on that 
                          Bb
concrete, you gon' lay deceased
                       F         
This .40 waving like a blowdryer, 
                        Am/E
gon' hit his face with heat
                            Dm  
With this shit for life, forever 
                Bb
gang until I'm 83
                      F        
Real niggas dyin', it seem like 
                        C
Heaven is the place to be


[Chorus]
                      Dm           
Know my grandma still with me, when
                          Bb
 it get cold, I feel your spirit
                   F            
Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone 
                 Am/E
calls through Securus
                      Dm           
Walk in court in them shackles, see
                   Bb
 my mama, her eyes tearin'
                         F         
Tryna work towards these blessings 
                        C
but the devil keep interfering
                      Dm           
Everybody go through something, 
                 Bb
it's all about persevering
                         F     
They was counting me out, I put 
                   Am/E
passion in every lyric
                     Dm         
Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend 
                    Bb
some racks on my appearance
                            F      
Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm 
                    C
the man, ain't tryna hear it