Lyrics:
Come along with me
Play with it while you have hands
Dust settles, cities turn to sand
Trespassing this is their land
Time flies, make a statement
Fresh from top down
Like I'm making
A fashion statement
Yeah
You know how I do it
Grind hard
To play the hardest
T'd up to the max
Yeah
You know
can't stand straight
This shit is ground breaking I make the land shake
Statements so blatant
On the microphone conversations with satan
Deamon demeanor
my energy
Try stay calm, Hope you enjoy forgetting me
I disassociate like its a fashion statement
Felling like a grave yard, Fucking desecrated
Nigga broke the rules when he went and wrote a statement ... (damn)
Niggas dey be fans but you was just hating
Medical marijuana
Bitch Ima patient
go and write a statement
Don’t like to use black ink on white paper but I ain’t...
This life that we living come with trials and tribulations
Know
em say the words.
Final Statement, die.
The scene is now painted of beheading.
Blood, slashed corpses everywhere.
Lay down your culprit and keep
through movement and the passion urge to make a statement
Results may vary
Now that I have your attention let me make one thing clear (listen here)
If
finna pop out, I'm makin' a statement
And I don't gotta say shit, yeah, yeah
Poppin' my shit on a whole nother level, I'm steppin' my foot on the gas
I
hang up or press one for more options
I can't fake it
You're my favourite
Always chasing
You I'm waiting
Crazy statements
Frantic patience
You're my
don't fuck with your statements
I'm a real kid tryna get payments, I'm a real kid tryna get dimes
My ex just got new love, well, I just made love for
In my mind, I was patient, though you won't let go
It's not a rhyme, it's a statement, you won't let go
I got complacent, so you won't let go
All this
just say it
I played my part, I should've just waited
Chasing money you ain't stopping no payments
Bro in the streets he ain't writing no statements
If
of everything already exists
Problem is you're too much not a kid to grasp it and too inflated in your own mind puffed up to ever admit Anything in statements
on no statements
You know I talk a lot of
Trash I'm Oscar the grouch
Tell these Elmo ass niggas
Shut they fucking mouth
Send shots at me on twitter
I
unique
Black Air Force energy, it's on another level
A statement on my feet, a force to revel
With every step, I bring the heat
Black Air Force energy,
don't get complacent
Got all this time but I got no patience
So much on my mind, can never get faded
Nonstop hustle tryna make a statement (yea)
Just give
I need to tell you what my net worth is
They about to hate me (They about to hate me)
When I show my bank statement (When I show my bank
(Bo-Bo-Bo-Boss Bitch)
(Na na na na)
Na na na na
Es juckt eh nicht, wenn du redest, ey
Bla, bla, bla, bla
Meine Fake-Tits sind die Statements
a statement, take a stand
Come along now, come along with me
Come along now, come along and you'll see
What it's like to be free (yeah)
Come along now,
Play with it while you have hands
Dust settles, cities turn to sand
Trespassing this is their land
Time flies, make a statement, take a stand
Or forcing you to quit
I just wanna hear you heard
Yep, yep, that's my word
Make a statement with these nouns and verbs
I represent the liquor that's poured
doin' autopsies
It ain't my place to make a statement, but I'm not just anybody
It ain't my place to re-embrace shit, but my heart cold, no tsunami
I
Tryna make here to make a statement
Everybody love me everybody hate me
I love the way they hate me
I love the way they hate me
I love the way they
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