Statistic Lyrics

If you want to talk about guns, why is it that there's a gun shop on almost every corner in this community

Why

I'll tell you why

For the same reason that there's a liquor store on almost every corner in the block

Hey, look, I moved out the hood before 25 and they said I'd be a statistic

Got me a big crib somewhere out of state they said I'd still be in the trenches

My young dawg down to kill anybody, I swear that boy's sadistic

All that pillow talk about another man, you might as well be one of the bitches

I moved out the hood before 25 and they said I'd be a statistic

Got me a big crib somewhere out of state they said I'd still be in the trenches

My young dawg down to kill anybody, I swear that boy's sadistic

All that pillow talk about another man, you might as well be one of the bitches

I put a bag on myself before I had labels, a manager or an investor

See Kel and P in the mall, I ain't running, you know every diamond gonna hit on the tester

I used to chill in the crib with my niggas, the only thing about it, the crib was abandoned

It's real gangsters around me, we move like the mob, but none of my niggas Italian

If I say get him, they catch him and tag him

Can't shake these bullets, he trippin' and staggerin'

It's about 32 rounds in this Glock, it was 20 of yall till I did the subtraction

Got me a bad lil' bitch with a face like Lotto, ass like Megan Thee Stallion

Head game on Jill Scott, wap like Cardi, god damn I should give you a grammy

I moved out the hood before 25 and they said I'd be a statistic

Got me a big crib somewhere out of state they said I'd still be in the trenches

My young dawg down to kill anybody, I swear that boy's sadistic

All that pillow talk about another man, you might as well be one of the bitches

I moved out the hood before 25 and they said I'd be a statistic

Got me a big crib somewhere out of state they said I'd still be in the trenches

My young dawg down to kill anybody, I swear that boy's sadistic

All that pillow talk about another man, you might as well be one of the bitches

I'm surprised that I made it, government say that I'm wild and dangerous

Say their own thing, now, his life is in danger

Caught in his whip, now he gotta repaint it

Walk in the club, they was playin' my songs, I told the DJ that he gotta replay it

Yeah, I considered that nigga my dawg, I did a lil diggin' found out he was hatin'

Sick that's how he played it

Ain't finna go back and forth with opps, them niggas can't even afford to die

You always keep you some weed, but never no money, these niggas be bored and fried

Niggas be geeked bout the trip to Miami, I'm tryna see what Bora Bora bout

First whip, had me a monte, then an Impala, need me a foreign now

I moved out the hood before 25 and they said I'd be a statistic

Got me a big crib somewhere out of state they said I'd still be in the trenches

My young dawg down to kill anybody, I swear that boy's sadistic

All that pillow talk about another man, you might as well be one of the bitches

I moved out the hood before 25 and they said I'd be a statistic

Got me a big crib somewhere out of state they said I'd still be in the trenches

My young dawg down to kill anybody, I swear that boy's sadistic

All that pillow talk about another man, you might as well be one of the bitches

If you don't kill first, you're doing exactly what they want you to do

You have to think young brother, about your future