MamaBlue - I of the Storm Lyrics

Eye of the storm
I am the storm
Im coming full speed
Im breaking windows
Kicking doors
Suggest a concede
Just give it up
Dont press your luck
You not gon' succeed
Trying with me
You must take heed
Before you proceed
I bleed for this
We not the same
Please get it through your brain
You lacking, going nuts
Done lost it, must be insane
You think you got something on me
Believe me, try again
The last one tried and failed
Aint know I had the upper hand
Now if i looked like what i been through
I might understand
Observe just how they looking at me
Im a champion
My spirit ambient
Its transient
The way I do this
Might need the ambulance
Can't handle it
The way I lose it
Some niggas talking shit
They fraudulent
With how they moving
Some bitches so hazardous
They cancerous
With all they movements
But I never pay em no mind
Can't nobody f*ck up my shine
One day at a time
The way that I take it
While steady so steady
I stay on my grind

I'm rolling through the city
Burning trees
Might blow yo top back
You ain't coming with me
Wasn't there
You needa stop that

Theres a storm coming
Theres a storm coming
Im the storm coming

I'm gon laugh when you
Supposedly remember me
The brown girl with the glasses
That you f*cked with
Back in msc
Used to bully me
Laugh and call me names and such
The sticks and stones ain't break my bones
So last resorts was sucker punch (ha)
I never told my mama
I knew she'd pull up with the drama
Plus ain't never been a snitch
I put that on my daughter

Never thought I'd laugh last
Look at me laughing harder
Just watch I'm going farther than any ya goofy suckas would even bother
Coming for everything they told me that I couldn't have
Been humble
My grind shows results so ain't no need to brag
Stay hungry never sleep success is creepin on my ass
I'm tryna eat on bigger plates and sit on greener grass

Ive tried to be patient
Now i'm finna take it

You question my motives
Cuz i'm not complacent

While y'all running laps
Im running the bases
Im coming up first
Not a second gets wasted
The third is a charm
With my heart on my arm
Im taking it home
To a view and a yard
Man this shit could be simple
You make it so hard
It really ain't hard

I'm rolling through the city
Burning trees
Might blow yo top back
You ain't coming with me
Wasn't there
You needa stop that

Theres a storm coming
Theres a storm coming
Im the storm coming