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Quiet Storm (Drop-Zone Remix)

Young M.Ahuatong
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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 s**t 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**k 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**k 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 h**s know

Redbone p**y looking like rose gold

Then I make her turn around like a closed road

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**k with me

I'm here now now you stuck with me

My goons stay with the metal like a cutlery

We sucker free, you a wannabe, you under me

This rap s**t, this is fun to me

That show money ain't enough to me

You rap guys y'all lunch to me

These thot h**s just a f**k to me

Just a mhm in a nut to me

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