The Statement

Yeah
Fuck a hook
Fuck a artwork
Fuck all these niggas man

Niggas write a couple raps get to feeling hot
Lame cocky ass niggas man you need to stop
Sneak dissing always been for the birds
Rapping 'bout all these guns that you never shot
Hop off "My Haters" sack, you niggas been wack
It take you six months to write a decent track
You tryin' hard dog, I just laugh it off
If you gotta try hard you shouldn't try at all
Never been the social type been about my own
I just get high and succeed alone
I came to bring the pain, your shit all sound the same
You better get like Ice Berg and find your fucking lane
Uhh, you nobody ass nigga
You ain't never pull no trigger
Fake tough'n is for them bitches
And if you scared go to church
The only thing that you "Feel" is your feelings when they hurt
Bitch

Damn Yeli calm down son calm down
Nah fuck that, fuck that
Fuck all these niggas man
They fucking talk too much man
But they not saying enough though
Man, these niggas don't even sound different man
Talking 'bout they sound different talking 'bout they rare
Shit, they 'bout as rare as a
Rasta with long hair

If you wanna talk let it be about some money
Comical, man your shit is funny
A couple jokes about your lines made you furious
I do this shit for fun, you take it serious
I'm glad I could be an inspiration
Cause niggas that's insecure are known to never make it
That's why they fake it, like riding with no registration
And when them guns go off it ain't no hesitation
So let me demonstrate
All you is irrelevant
Money talks you sellin' it
But can't nobody benefit
So try a new approach, stomp you like a cockroach
Somebody hit up Pat Riley cause you niggas need a coach



Credits
Writer(s): Yeltsin Mendez
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