Should I change it to This a Story 'Bout Lil Hurricane?
Ayy, this a story 'bout Lil Hurricane
Before the trips, the chasin' chips, and all the finer things
Before they say I sold my soul to get a diamond ring
See, on my soul, I'll never fold, no, I could never change
And on Havana, 850, that shit gon' stay the same
Uh-huh, that shit like that
Okay

Say this a story 'bout Lil Hurricane
Before the trips, the chasin' chips, and all the finer things
Before they say I sold my soul to get a diamond ring
See, on my soul, I'll never fold, no, I could never change
And on Havana, 850, that shit gon' stay the same

Say I only went outside to see Ms. Janet, man, uh
Meaning I didn't have no friends who I could call to see, uh, huh
It got to the point where I couldn't go to school
Bitches laughing at me, pickin' on my shoes, huh, huh
Whoadie sad for me, put me onto Juice, huh, huh
Now I get a half and flip it by the two, huh, huh
Now I get a bag, but I can't split with you, huh
'Cause you left me in the past, but it's good for you
I put the city on my back, you put the hood on who?
I know that all these niggas mad, but I'm comfortable
Just take your heart up out these streets, it ain't no love for you
I put my feelings on the beat, no, it's not usual
But, see, I come from a church where
If you feelin' hurt, then you gon' sing it till it hurts, uh
Sing it till you done, huh, got it from the dirt, say
Turned from nothin' to somethin', I had put it in a verse

This a story 'bout Lil Hurricane
Before the trips, the chasin' chips, and all the finer things
Before they say I sold my soul to get a diamond ring
See, on my soul, I'll never fold, no, I could never change
And on Havana, 850, that shit gon' stay the same

So you gon' give me my respect, I
Heard you Insta famous, give a fuck about that check, I
Ain't get no sleep for all week, I need some rest, huh
Come on my street with no heat, you gettin' stretched, huh
Damn, I'm feelin' blessed, huh, damn, I'm feelin' stressed
'Cause every time I turn around, they puttin' me in mess, huh
Niggas like to dress up, they be switchin' sides, huh
They be changin' colors like that shit be tie-dye, okay, huh
See, I just wanna get high, uh
Let me smoke some trees so I can go straight to the sky, okay, huh
See, I'm just tryna get by, I
Know I'm like a seed, boy, I can't wait till I can sprout, uh
Feel like I'm defeated, but I know that I can't pout
They say give me a reason, bitch, I got it off the ground and I
Didn't need a season, bitch, I did it in a drought
Hurricane bring that rain and they feelin' every ounce

Say this a story 'bout Lil Hurricane
Before the trips, the chasin' chips, and all the finer things
Before they say I sold my soul to get a diamond ring
See, on my soul, I'll never fold, no, I could never change
And on Havana, 850, that shit gon' stay the same

Now I get a bag, but I can't split with you, huh
'Cause you left me in the past, but it's good for you
I put the city on my back, you put the hood on who?
I know that all these niggas mad, but I'm comfortable
(Hurricane bring that)
Know that all these niggas mad, but I'm comfortable
(Say Hurricane bring that)
(Say Hurricane bring that motherfuckin' rain)
(Hurricane bring that, said Hurricane bring that motherfuckin')