Through Da Storm

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Published 2019-06-06
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Through Da Storm · Polo G

Die A Legend

℗ 2019 Columbia Records, a Division of Sony Music Entertainment

Released on: 2019-06-07

Vocal: Leia Monroe
Producer, Recording Engineer: Ayo!
Composer, Lyricist: Jahmere Tylon
Recording Engineer: Todd Hurtt
Mixing Engineer: Baruch "Mixx" Nembhard
Mastering Engineer: Eric Lagg
Executive Producer: Steven "Steve-O" Carless

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All Comments (21)
  • @SnippetPlug_
    This how many people didn’t skip a song 👇🏾
  • @salwsg
    "Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering" 😤 facts I swear
  • @Christopher-wk3lg
    I was battling the demon that is addiction for over a decade and just got out of prison a month ago. This song hits home. Persevere and you can conquer anything.
  • @TG-zh2mw
    " Now im da golden child i used ta think my mama hated me " felt dat 😔😭
  • @_heem_
    Know my grandma still with me when it get cold I feel yo spirit rir real shit🙏🏾❤️🕊💯
  • @danceghose
    Almost 2024 and I'm still listening to the album...
  • “We go live like Kings for all them nights we ain’t have no place to sleep.” C’mon nobody touchin polo!🤧💯🙏🏽
  • 4 years later and this song still hits the feels in a different kind of way 🙏
  • @XayyB
    “EVERYBODY GO THROUGH SOMETHING ITS ALL ABOUT PERSERVERANCE”
  • @1amshad
    “ remember at the old house I said you was going to be a star” 🥺!!
  • @Sketchyy
    “Got rich left the hood still dont leave the crib wit out it” 😪 stgg i got up out the jungle .. still keep it on me just bc the world is how it is 💯
  • @killah-t-1453
    Hey big brother, it's me, Leah Remember at the old house, I said you was gonna be a big star one day? I'm so proud of you Mm-mm-mm, Polo G Live in the flesh Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus Walk in court in them shackles, see my mama, her eyes tearin' Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering Everybody go through something, it's all about persevering They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it Phone on D-N-D, I'm out in Cali whippin' through the mountains Just cruisin', feelin' my song, windows down, speakers pounding, yeah My engine roaring and that Gucci tiger growling Expensive taste, my clothes foreign, I be dripping like a fountain Need new shoes, I started hustling 'cause I didn't get no allowance Speeding down the wrong path, found my lane, then I rerouted Hottest in my city, I heard every record label scouting I got rich and left the hood, still don't leave the crib without it Swear it ain't no better feeling than thumbing through these thousands So much money, can't keep track, I think I might need a accountant I been runnin' up that check, them blue hunnids just keep piling Came a long way from depression, all these riches keep me smiling Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus Walk in court in them shackles, see my mama, her eyes tearin' Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering Everybody go through something, it's all about persevering They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it Couldn't leave my brother in them trenches, told him come and stay with me We gon' live like kings for all them nights ain't have no place to sleep Niggas watched us starving, never offered us a place to eat Took off, now they mad, but I know that they won't wait for me Last year I took a trip to every place that I couldn't wait to see Granny, I'm locked up again, sat in that station faithfully Now I'm the golden child, I used to think my mama hated me Ain't budging 'bout no problems, what a nigga gon' come take from me? I heard you a robber, on that concrete, you gon' lay deceased This .40 waving like a blowdryer, gon' hit his face with heat With this shit for life, forever gang until I'm eighty-three Real niggas dyin', it seem like heaven is the place to be Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus Walk in court in them shackles, see my mama, her eyes tearin' Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering Everybody go through something, it's all about persevering They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it
  • @maf5314
    This instrumental give me goose bumps🔥🔥🔥❄❄❄