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NEVER MADE STATEMENTS
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NEVER MADE STATEMENTS was released on September 11, 2026 by CMG/Interscope Records as a part of the album BIGGER THAN THE DEVIL
September 11, 2026
LabelCMG/Interscope Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM79
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Never make statements
Can't rush the vibe, Rando
[Verse 2]
I'm having problems, I can't fix from smoking, drinking pills
Watching my mama eyes roll back in her bed, gave me chills
Got love for yo, during them deaths, that's who gave me years
Still kick my young **** game, I'm the one who made them all kill
The fuck a **** never in the field, trying to critique my skills
The god 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 ganga, 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, **** 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 ****' mama shaking
And made some old **** 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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Red zone still the danger zone, politicking from the Brody home
Plan was put in 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
**** 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 **** 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, recognize now it's fake love
Why it's hard for me to make love? Been fuckin' forever and can't cum
Tester make my face numb, it's a new play if he take one
Only two hands, but it's eight guns, dare a **** to take some
[Verse 5]
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
Written by: Arda Yusuf Tuerel, George Stone III, John Carlos Ramirez, Kameron Johnson, Max Wonnenberg, Randy Razz II
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