DJ Khaled - Weather the Storm ft. Meek Mill, Lil Baby

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Director: Eif Rivera
Producer: Bruno Breil & Michael “Chop” Baez
Production Company: ERG Designs

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48 thoughts on “DJ Khaled – Weather the Storm ft. Meek Mill, Lil Baby”

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  2. Lyrics :

    We The Best Music
    2019 we ain't taking no shorts unless we going on vacation 
    Big fish
    Another one
    DJ Khaled

    Drop top gone (Drop top gone)
    Selling popcorn (Selling popcorn)
    I went from list of most wanted, to the top of the Forbes
    Fucked up the trenches (Fucked up the trenches)
    I weathered the storm (Weather that shit)
    Young living legend, I be on that shit that these niggas ain't on (Niggas ain't on)
    I went to war with the system (Yeah)
    To give my son toys on Christmas (Yeah)
    Probably won't give me no Grammy (Give me that)
    Putting awards on wrists (Yeah)
    We had to kill just to make it out, shit, we puttin' rewards on niggas (Brrt)
    Live by the gun and we die about it, shit, I'm praying the sword don't kill us
    Praying the Lord forgive us, we going to war with killers
    They put a bounty all on my dawgs, want 'em dead by morning, nigga
    We took risks to live like this, ain't doing consignment (Doing consignment)
    I brought my mama tears, and I turned 'em to VVS diamonds (VVS diamonds)
    I know you see me on top of my game, ain't see me declining
    Turned me a monster, the next time you saw me, you seen I was climbing (Seen I was climbing)
    They took my elevator, I said fuck it, I'm taking the steps (Taking the steps)
    Got me on bail, they want me in jail, they say I'm a threat (Say I'm a threat)
    Fighting for freedom 11 years, they been taking my breath (Taking my breath)
    Watching the feds take pictures of me, it been making me stress (Makin' me sweat)
    Tapping my phone, taking my rights, and making 'em wrong
    Deep in this shit, had to dance with the devil to make it back home, yeah

    I got a call from one of the dawgs, say, "You been riding private"
    He say I should tell the pilot to come and get him
    And the crazy part about it, my nigga sitting in a prison
    And the other crazy part about it, I really know that feeling, yeah
    I can't put my trust inside the system
    Gotta be here for my sisters
    And my niece believe in Christmas
    And her dad, somebody killed him
    Some shit I don't remember
    'Cause I left him in a box when they had me in them locks
    I blame God for my convictions
    Never give a judge that ammunition
    Never had no co-defendants
    God gon' be my only witness
    Never take it personal, it's whatever when we handling business
    We been through the worst, them situations we can never mention
    You gon' have your mom losing her mind if you get a conviction
    Got some homies sitting in the feds, hope they get an eviction
    Praying to his gun, he got his fire, he ain't got no religion
    I heard Meek got 2 for a wheelie and I was in the kitchen serving 
    Had me thinking is it all worth it?
    Thinking 'bout the chances that I took to buy you purses
    Thinking 'bout them licks that we went on and just go splurge it
    Switched it up and everything been working

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