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Statement
album cover
Utwór Statement został wydany 27 września 2022 przez 4171157 Records DK jako część albumu The Collection
27 września 2022
Wytwórnia4171157 Records DK
JęzykEnglish
BPM71
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Teledysk

Teledysk

Tekst Utworu

I came to talk all my shit
All y'all talk out the lip
And the shit that I'm spitting ain't basic
Little buddy a young dumb and dumber
Who up on your mother
And shoot it with no hesitation
My pop used to trap in the summer
He too undercover
The trap in a hidden location
They saying Bleezy can't rap
Or do this or that
But I'm on this hoe making a statement
Ain't no going no tic for a tac
If I want it
It's that
I don't match
Ain't no playing and gaming
No I ain't grew up the hardest
But it wasn't easy
Believe me
This spot you can take it
I did this shit by myself
I ain't needed no help
Ain't nobody around me to train me
Give me some years when they ask for a verse
I'll triple the price for these
Nigggas to pay me
Young **** done ran it up
Gotta long way to go
But know I'll be the one like Mcgrady
We got it all from the bottom
Like crumbs in the bag
And these **** don't know How to chase it
They said he talking about who
I know he ain't talking about me
I'll do him so dirty a **** need bleach
I'll pack up his lunch and this **** the meat
I'm cold and so icy a **** could freeze
I could give her the D while I rap like I'm Veeze
They say how he keep going the **** a beast
River bank how he flowing
That shit something mean
Gave her D then my Jersey she part of team
Someone get a thermometer
Check on the heat
Doing all of this shit and I'm still Just a teen
Ain't no molly or yerk
I'm not popping no bean
Ain't no purp or surp
I'm not sipping no lean
Say he hotter than me then I Guess we will see
Mama prouder of me
After seeing the green
The apologies over them
Fake as her weave
The monopoly board
How the checks hit for me
I got tired
I got bored of the fakes on the scene
Can't be hitting no whore less
She benefit me
We done did it before
This ain't shit new to me
I done really got low
From the shots in the street
Can't be playing no more
Can't be playing with me
Why your homie was crying
He thought it was sweet
Take the shit as a sign
Make a mill like I'm meek
Nah I'm not popping outside
I got prom in a week
All these **** be lying
I give truth for the free
On the enemy side
I can't stand
I can't sleep
In the trenches they slide
They aint rolling that deep
Little mama too fine
Gimme brain like a leech
Can't be posted outside
Like a sign in the street
Half of these **** won't slide
With me
Half these **** won't ride with me
Little **** off that act
Will he get too attached
I don't know shit probably
Knowing I'm better than most of these rappers
Cant wait until the day I can charge em
A fee
Moving around Presidential a **** a vice
Fuck around and go sign with the Heat
Ima get my shit regardless
Of **** that's talking but don't
Got no mention of me
They ever call me a rat tell
I'm cool with that cause a ****
Go straight to the cheese
Made this shit straight out the booth
Oh you fucking with who
Yeah she fucking with me
I dont even know why I'm gifted
A wonderful feeling to wake up and feel
Like I'm me
Now it's one in the passenger chilling
A ten out of ten
She go lower like limbo for me
Can't get bent out of shape over women
We constantly winning
Take Ls' and we learn from the street
Been through so much that a **** a villain
Inside of his feelings but outside I'm fine as can be
On this hoe going retarded
Aint say that I'm
Flawless
But hundreds
Been all in the wallet
I'm getting the blue
Like a shark
And you **** the dolphin
It's blue on the paper like Charlotte
Laying this beat in a coffin
Exhausted
From all of the coughing
I do off exotic
Youngin been rapping too awesome
And saucing
I'm clean like I'm flossing
Just check the deposit
They said that I wouldn't make it
Now look at them hating they Mad I took off
Like a comet
Nah you beg for appreciation
And I couldn't do
That's the type of shit to make me vomit
If they gotta problem with me they can holler at me
Cause if not then who else gonna stop me
Roll up I'm in your city
Getting high as windy
Taking off in Houston
Like a rocket
The flyest and chillest ****
Who a kick it with you
If you real
Then shit you never lost me
The highest and realest ****
If you fake I'll get you
Aint no **** ever gonna cross me
The flyest and chillest ****
Who a kick with you
If you real
Then shit you never lost me
The highest and realist ****
If you fake I'll get you
Aint no **** ever gonna cross me
I came to talk all my shit
All y'all talk out the lip
And the shit that I'm spitting ain't basic
Little buddy a young dumb and dumber
Who up your mother
And shoot it with no hesitation
My pop used to trap in the summer
He too undercover
The trap in a hidden location
They saying Bleezy can't rap
Or do this or that
But I'm on this hoe making a statement
Written by: Blake Matthew Creech
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