Tyson S.T - STATS. Lyrics

Martial black business my
(Yeah)
Martial black glove business, my backdrop different, my stats got digits I
Walk around packed I figured I'd f*ck up my liver, my stats got digits I
Caked up level my winnings, no label percentage, my stats got digits I'm
Blessed with my standard of living, Thank god for money and women
Martial black glove business, my backdrop different, my stats got digits I
Walk around packed I figured I'd f*ck up my liver, my stats got digits I
Caked up level my winnings, no label percentage, my stats got digits I'm
Blessed with my standard of living, Thank god for money and women
38 38 39 40
Convoy deep rolling down highway from Jozi
All of my niggas formation ain't folding
Lil snake I'm up I drop 81 Kobe
I'm causing commotion, don't talk to me bitch
All I need is consent and respect, Its a fix
Ain't no need to pretend that we friends, niggas think
That I ain't pronounce em' dead that I'll still let em' live
I learnt a lot from my struggle and nine to five
I won't splurge on it if I can't cop it twice
Everyday is a fight for my mothers time
Cause my father stretched hands to push fear in my mind
If I don't cop a crib before twenty five
If I don't earn from this I'll be doing crime
If I don't storm your T.V and speak on my loved ones
That left us then please leave me rather die
Bring the feeling back please!
Use to whip the white, no keys!
Renault colour coke, niggas broke the window, put a nigga in the trunk 16'
Appostra' my fee's, line the money up
Fiends only violent rough
Demons ain't hiding from
Evil ain't high enough
Preaching, don't reach for my halo I dropped it
My girlfriend in college depressed, am I toxic?
She ghosted, she checked out her pressure from topics
The lack of affection, accounting for coffins
I lifted them easy, I'm SYBA
The label said big ups, I said bigger paper
My bros tryna give up, I'm giving em' haters
We rise from the negative ashes boy later like, f*ck it!
Three funerals, one month, beat the whole assault case
But that assaulted my conscious!
I don't wanna listen to no nonsense!
That ain't new wave, that's garbage!
I don't wanna hate, but my city is a place I don't ever want to slow my popping!
Dudes tryna bury my greatness!
Your favourite rapper I'm they favorite!
If we did a track, I'd tumble dry niggas that's a fact and I know they hate it!
Martial black glove business, my backdrop different, my stats got digits I
Walk around packed I figured I'd f*ck up my liver, my stats got digits I
Caked up level my winnings, no label percentage, my stats got digits I'm
Blessed with my standard of living, Thank god for money and women
Martial black glove business, my backdrop different, my stats got digits I
Walk around packed I figured I'd f*ck up my liver, my stats got digits I
Caked up level my winnings, no label percentage, my stats got digits I'm
Blessed with my standard of living, Thank god for money and women