"The Statement (Remix)" lyrics
Yeah, that's it
Yeah, uh
We're havin' weed
Uh
You know the planes and them
Taylor Gang and them
Ha-ha, uh
Fast cars with bad broads in 'em
I proceed to smoke these trees and stuff piles of cheese in my 501 denim
Where their bullshit begins, I end them
And, nope, I don't hear these nigga tripping
Closing the cabin door and revving up all my engines
The weed is rolled
The drink is cold
It's new to you, to me, it's old
CEO
These off-brand nigga ain't really the future, Ms. Cleo
High when I approach, been known
To leave weed crumbs and trails of Sour Dies' smoke
The irony
Of suckers who predicted the planes landing, now they wanna fly with me
I just let it boost my confidence
Roll another joint, drop pilot shit
Okay
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, this ain't the life that we chose, but this the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we ain't tripping 'cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top, but we ain't tripping 'cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah, uh, ask me if I plan to be rooftop-chilling with some pretty-ass women you'd be glad to meet
Trees stuffed in the passenger seat
Charger to my phone, couple changes of clothes
And the OG told me all haters expose their self, so it's best to leave it alone
Pop the cork, put the tree in the bong
Been here for a minute, you nigga just catching on
Master of the craft, I've grown
Haters trail the path I've flown
It's obvious, suckers talk down, but we ain't tripping
Hoes fuck with us, say we different
At my hotel, chilling
Bad women come to fill my marijuana prescription
You nigga know the biz, it's Taylor Gang or kill him
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, this ain't the life that we chose, but this the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we ain't tripping 'cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top, but we ain't tripping 'cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah
Yeah, uh
We're havin' weed
Uh
You know the planes and them
Taylor Gang and them
Ha-ha, uh
Fast cars with bad broads in 'em
I proceed to smoke these trees and stuff piles of cheese in my 501 denim
Where their bullshit begins, I end them
And, nope, I don't hear these nigga tripping
Closing the cabin door and revving up all my engines
The weed is rolled
The drink is cold
It's new to you, to me, it's old
CEO
These off-brand nigga ain't really the future, Ms. Cleo
High when I approach, been known
To leave weed crumbs and trails of Sour Dies' smoke
The irony
Of suckers who predicted the planes landing, now they wanna fly with me
I just let it boost my confidence
Roll another joint, drop pilot shit
Okay
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, this ain't the life that we chose, but this the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we ain't tripping 'cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top, but we ain't tripping 'cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah, uh, ask me if I plan to be rooftop-chilling with some pretty-ass women you'd be glad to meet
Trees stuffed in the passenger seat
Charger to my phone, couple changes of clothes
And the OG told me all haters expose their self, so it's best to leave it alone
Pop the cork, put the tree in the bong
Been here for a minute, you nigga just catching on
Master of the craft, I've grown
Haters trail the path I've flown
It's obvious, suckers talk down, but we ain't tripping
Hoes fuck with us, say we different
At my hotel, chilling
Bad women come to fill my marijuana prescription
You nigga know the biz, it's Taylor Gang or kill him
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, this ain't the life that we chose, but this the life that we living
Know we belong on the top, but we ain't tripping 'cause we'll get there in a minute
And we'll get there in a minute, 'cause we'll get in there in a minute
Know we belong on the top, but we ain't tripping 'cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah
