[Intro]

(Owners Manual)

(Shit you don’t get til you get it)

La-da-da

[Verse 1]

Cop that, niggas mad, oops, my bad

Reached in the bag, spent a few racks

Look at that, Canal Street Confidential, put em' on the map

Getting to where the real ones felt he should've been at

Nothing changed still the same rizzaps

Chevrolets making big plays for the skrizzaps

In this bitch, lit like a match, my homie got the pack

And I wanna say his name, but I'm so not a rat

Can't mention my niggas in my lyrics, cause they really dealing

And the feds really be hearing

Increasing the locked-up rate

Police is on the internet downloadin’ mixtapes

Tryna get tips, homie, I'm tryna get rich

These is audio bricks, you gotta use your nose to sniff

Smellin’ like rain coming

Musical cocaine, got her pain numbing

[Hook]

Came thru like a tornado

Came thru like a hurricane

Came thru like a earthquake

Weatherman, whatchu say

Looking like...said it's looking like rain

(Audio cocaine)

[Verse 2]

Umbrella in the door jam, got gadgets like Batman

Money on mind

We don't need a CAT scan, to figure out that man

I came for the money, put it right in front me

Don’t try nuttin’ funny, crash test dummy

Or you'll see, you dealing with more than me

But thats a whole nother story

Looks like its about to start storming

Weatherman, whatchu say?

[Hook]

Came thru like a hurricane

Came thru like a—

Came thru like a tornado (Tornado)

Weatherman, whatchu say (Whatchu say)

(Said, it's looking like rain)

(Audio cocaine)

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