Through Da Storm chords by Polo G

• Difficulty: Beginner

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Chorus:

                       Dm                                    Bb
Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit
                    F                          Am/E
Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus
                       Dm                             Bb
Walk in court in them shackles, see my mama, her eyes tearin’
                         F                                  C
Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering
                     Dm                              Bb
Everybody go through something, it's all about persevering
                      F                           Am/E
They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric
                      Dm                           Bb
Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance
                          F                             C
Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it

Verse 1:
                  Dm                               Bb
Phone on DND, I'm out in Cali whippin' through the mountains
                           F                           Am/E
Just cruisin', feelin' my song, windows down, speakers pounding, yeah
          Dm                           Bb
My engine roaring and that Gucci tiger growling
                            F                             C
Expensive taste, my clothes foreign, I be dripping like a fountain
                          Dm                               Bb
Need new shoes, I started hustling ’cause I didn’t get no allowance
                        F                             Am/E
Speeding down the wrong path, found my lane, then I rerouted
                    Dm                       Bb
Hottest in my city, I had every record label scouting
                        F                                   C
I got rich and left the hood, still don't leave the crib without it
                         Dm                                   Bb
Swear it ain’t no better feeling than thumbing through these thousands
                            F                              Am/E
So much money, can't keep track, I think I might need an accountant
                       Dm                                  Bb
I been runnin' up that check, them blue hundreds just keep piling
                       F                             C
Came a long way from depression, all these riches keep me smiling


Chorus:
                      Dm                                     Bb
Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit
                   F                           Am/E
Talkin' to my lil’ sister, phone calls through Securus
                       Dm                              Bb
Walk in court in them shackles, see my mama, her eyes tearin'
                           F                             C
Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering
                      Dm                            Bb
Everybody go through something, it's all about persevering
                   F                             Am/E
They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric
                       Dm                              Bb
Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance
                       F                              C
Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it


Verse 2:
                                   Dm                                   Bb
Couldn't leave my brother in them trenches, told him come and stay with me
                            F                                      Am/E
We gon' live like kings for all them nights ain't have no place to sleep
                               Dm                          Bb
Niggas watched us starving and never offered us a plate to eat
                        F                                   C
Took off, now they mad, but I know that they won't wait for me
                           Dm                                  Bb
Last year I took a trip to every place that I couldn't wait to see
                      F                               Am/E
Granny, I'm locked up again, sat in that station faithfully
                            Dm                          Bb
Now I'm the golden child, I used to think my mama hated me
                                 F                                C
Ain't budging 'bout no problems, what a nigga gon' come take from me?
                      Dm                               Bb
I heard you a robber, on that concrete, you gon' lay deceased
                       F                                 Am/E
This .40 waving like a blowdryer, gon' hit his face with heat
                            Dm                  Bb
With this shit for life, forever gang until I'm 83
                      F                                C
Real niggas dyin', it seem like Heaven is the place to be


Chorus:
                      Dm                                     Bb
Know my grandma still with me, when it get cold, I feel your spirit
                   F                             Am/E
Talkin' to my lil' sister, phone calls through Securus
                      Dm                              Bb
Walk in court in them shackles, see my mama, her eyes tearin'
                         F                                 C
Tryna work towards these blessings but the devil keep interfering
                      Dm                            Bb
Everybody go through something, it's all about persevering
                         F                        Am/E
They was counting me out, I put passion in every lyric
                     Dm                             Bb
Fuck a sack up at Neimans, spend some racks on my appearance
                            F                          C
Yeah, I know that they hate, I'm the man, ain't tryna hear it