Not a Statistic

Nip' be on that blackout, had his shot and missed it

When it turnt to money, turnt it down for business

They be saying lowe the street, but they don't really get it

Came back to my **** just to tell them I'll get it straight

Ain't being funny, but I feel ashamed

Got the diagnostic like you fucking joking

If it ain't situation then they don't wanna hear it, uh

But soon you'll see

'Cause every time I spit, I'm saying Lord, I preach

And if you fail me now, I'm saying Lord, I'll scream

I'm using all my paper and my paper don't make money

And I'm seeing **** eat so Lord, when will I eat?

I don't really care for the clothes

I just need some money and a crib on the low

And a bitch on the low, need my income to grow

And sit with all the dawgs wherever we stay

But I still, ride with my day ones in case they need assistance

Still hit the function with liquor in my system

Make sure they feel me before I be a statistic

And if I'm a statistic, I swear my dawgs will make it right

Paranoia in my body and my head, boy, this ain't life, this ain't life

Yeah, but tell my **** bring them shorties back

Hit me in the morning, akh

We was fucking bitches way before I was supporting act on tour, I had a touring app

Just to show these bitches I'm in they city, we're tall and that

Of course we lied, it's more than cap

Oh, I hit shots from A to B whether it's Haze or B

If that ****'s talking, woo, boy, the fuck you say to me?

I'll be on my way with three, I don't play the keys, but play with the keys

Send my dawg a girl because these women want they way with me

Yeah

Let me hear that