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Another statistic, nah
Uh I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains compliment the mula' much
Rather see

Another Name In Heaven’s Journal
Verse 1.
“Here is a sad true story”
My heart is aching
My head is hurting
They came like thieves in the night

Big Bidness

Big Sean

Double or Nothing

2017

Yeah, I'm talking big business, here go the statistics
One out every five people trapping turn snitches
Get up out the game, put it up for a rainy

the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-hop past all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex

pussy 
Burning money on the weekend
I been on my deep end 
In the gym beasting
Staying in eating 
Feeding my journal soulful 
Writing these words for you

narcanastistic 

I am a black girl who beat the statistic

Fuck the opinions and all the logistics 



Speak up speak up speak up speak up speak



Im all alone

never fit in
Overly cocky, I'm hyper-ambitious
Me, me, me, me, bitch I'm narcin-assistic
I am a black girl who beat the statistics
Fuck the opinions

as a stat, I agree with that
Been a statistic, caught in a system, court said, "You wishin'"
No one will hold me back, that's why I sold crack
Too black for