THROUGH THE STORM. Lyrics

My money coming fast like a virgin fucking for the first time

Writing rhymes, trying to beat time

Got to make it to class

On a mission for cash, sometimes I would wonder

Like Ayo what if they don't feel my hunger

It's like I was getting better

But I wasn't getting younger

I won't stop grinding, until they put me under

Lord guide me through the rain

My brain focused on chains

Did I really lose my ways

Trying to obtain fame?

Lord tell me if I changed, I'll keep between me and you

Bitches be lurking, and fake niggaz see through

I hope you see it in my eyes

I want the throne

Since PAC died, the game hasn't been the same anymore

The rap game reminds me of the crack game

A.I of the game, watch me step over these lames

Any rapper that you name, I can slay

I can do anything

The flow so cold, it can make the devil sick

Spitting venomous, I know why you hating

Cause you ain't nice with it

But yo I'm bout to blow like a torpedo

Give me five years, and watch where a nigga bout to be yo

Broke as a joke, but I still maintain hope

I know you waiting for me to fall of like my last name Cole

I'm chasing the money, as if it stole something

He a actor and a rapper

Damn he really on to something