NEVER MADE STATEMENTS
(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)
Never make statements
Can't rush the vibe, Rando
I'm having problems I can't fix from smoking, drinks or pills
Watching my mama eyes roll back in her bed gave me chills
Got love for Yo 'cause during them deaths, that's who gave me years
Still kickin' my youngin' 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 guys, they 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 niggas' mamas shaking
And made some old niggas 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
Yeah, red zone still the danger zone
Politicking from the Brody home
Plan was puttin' the gangstas 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, recognizin' that it was 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 to 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
