Letra de NEVER MADE STATEMENTS - EST Gee

(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)

Never make statements

Can't rush the vibe, Rando

I'm having problems I can't fix from smoking, drinks or pills

Watching my mama eyes roll back in her bed gave me chills

Got love for Yo 'cause during them deaths, that's who gave me years

Still kickin' my youngin' niggas game, I'm the one who made them all kill

The fuck a nigga never in the field, trying to critique my skills?

The guys, they 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 gang, 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, nigga, 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 niggas' mamas shaking

And made some old niggas 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

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

Yeah, red zone still the danger zone

Politicking from the Brody home

Plan was puttin' 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

Nigga 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 nigga 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, recognizin' that it was fake love

Why it's hard for me to make love? Been fuckin' forever and can't cum

Tester make my face number, it's a new play if he take one

Only two hands, but it's eight guns, dare a nigga to take some

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 'em