"NEVER MADE STATEMENTS" lyrics
Never make statements
Can't rush the vibe, Rando
I'm having problems, I can't fix from smoking, drinks, pills
Watching my mama eyes roll back in her bed, gave me chills
Got love for yo, during them deaths, that's who gave me years
Still kick my young niggas game, I'm the one who made them all kill
The fuck a nigga never in the field, trying to critique my skills
The God out here, he die, or live depending on how I feel
I'm in my feelings bad lately, so I've been cake baking
Real made man con gang, young shiner never make statements
My grandma prayers what gave me favor, faith, I'm blessed with patience
Riding through the city, million in whips, the police
Bet' not chase me
My story famous, a killer who kill killers, Nigga Freddy and Jason
Red or blue pill geeked, I took them both, now I control the Matrix
I done hit teenagers with that Drac', left Nigga mama shaking
And made some old nigga scared to step, now they don't leave the basement
Blatant disregard for public safety, like a virus maker
Other side hate me, wanna push peace, but they know Gee so damn two-faced
Right hand, left hand, know
The Father like a dead man
Pray his friend come pick
They partner up
Right hand, over the left hand
It ain't gon' jump or not
5-7, make room for him Lord
'Cause here he come
Red zone still the danger zone
Politicking from the Brody home
Plan was put in the gangsters on
Say he wrong pray he send his papers home
In a foreign, praying I'll make it home
I don't trust much, so I'll ride alone
Nigga tough in groups, but to each his own and
I'm still a beast alone
Million after million, how much more till I leave the streets alone?
Real nigga made it worth six figures when I passed Beach the phone
Trapping hard two weeks strong, re-up, then right back, gettin' it on
Clean the plate and leave your dog the bones type shit you be on
Hardest part was moving on, recognize now it's fake love
Why it's hard for me to make love?
Been fuckin' forever and can't cum
Tester make my face number, it's a new play if he take one
Only two hands, but it's eight guns, dare a nigga take some
I don't sleep so I don't wake up, anxiety God put on me
Fed him how I fed myself, he crossed me, I thought we was homies
Fuck the discipline when I hit on him, he bit my hand, he was hungry
Watch grown men use they
Last breath to let me know
How I owed him
Can't rush the vibe, Rando
I'm having problems, I can't fix from smoking, drinks, pills
Watching my mama eyes roll back in her bed, gave me chills
Got love for yo, during them deaths, that's who gave me years
Still kick my young niggas game, I'm the one who made them all kill
The fuck a nigga never in the field, trying to critique my skills
The God out here, he die, or live depending on how I feel
I'm in my feelings bad lately, so I've been cake baking
Real made man con gang, young shiner never make statements
My grandma prayers what gave me favor, faith, I'm blessed with patience
Riding through the city, million in whips, the police
Bet' not chase me
My story famous, a killer who kill killers, Nigga Freddy and Jason
Red or blue pill geeked, I took them both, now I control the Matrix
I done hit teenagers with that Drac', left Nigga mama shaking
And made some old nigga scared to step, now they don't leave the basement
Blatant disregard for public safety, like a virus maker
Other side hate me, wanna push peace, but they know Gee so damn two-faced
Right hand, left hand, know
The Father like a dead man
Pray his friend come pick
They partner up
Right hand, over the left hand
It ain't gon' jump or not
5-7, make room for him Lord
'Cause here he come
Red zone still the danger zone
Politicking from the Brody home
Plan was put in the gangsters on
Say he wrong pray he send his papers home
In a foreign, praying I'll make it home
I don't trust much, so I'll ride alone
Nigga tough in groups, but to each his own and
I'm still a beast alone
Million after million, how much more till I leave the streets alone?
Real nigga made it worth six figures when I passed Beach the phone
Trapping hard two weeks strong, re-up, then right back, gettin' it on
Clean the plate and leave your dog the bones type shit you be on
Hardest part was moving on, recognize now it's fake love
Why it's hard for me to make love?
Been fuckin' forever and can't cum
Tester make my face number, it's a new play if he take one
Only two hands, but it's eight guns, dare a nigga take some
I don't sleep so I don't wake up, anxiety God put on me
Fed him how I fed myself, he crossed me, I thought we was homies
Fuck the discipline when I hit on him, he bit my hand, he was hungry
Watch grown men use they
Last breath to let me know
How I owed him
