Statistics Lyrics – RBO GLIZZY
Singer: RBO GLIZZY
Title: Statistics
Murder rate out of control this sh#t just gone keep rising
Lil n#gg#s in the hood don’t know what traumatized Him
Now it ain’t no coming home cuz he was just out sliding
Our n#gg#s gone keep dropping feel like what’s the use of trying
Only thing these n#gg#s really care about is money
Switched up and tried to hit a stain and caught 2 to the tummy
Hood be like the crash test and n#gg#s be the dummy
When you start to do yo best n#gg#s start to move funny
Born with brown skin we run when we hear sirens
Feel like the bullets that they carry call our name like Byron
It may not look it yet but I promise you we been tryin
This sh#t been gеtting rough but Ima just come out a diamond
They told us pants up on our waist and police don’t got sh#t to say
Ask Martin how that playеd out cuz ain’t sh#t changed today
n#gg#s take a jog in peace and white folks they got scared a race
Lost another king shotgun shells knocked him on his face
Rest In Peace Ahmaud black men dropping like a price
He was 12 pull up on the scene and shot him twice
Born with our skin weaponized as a trait
I don’t Really think they know the struggle living with our face
But they want the culture locked up in a shiny case
Product of environment he trying to find his place
Ain’t nobody bring him in this money what he chase
All his heroes shiny teeth and money ain’t no cape
When you in your prime n#gg#s hate like It’s a sport
I been ballin like a pro I’m really the King of the court
I been doing good but I can’t stop I need some more
Chased it on my own got the keys and opened doors
Stomach sh#t he leakin clutchin his gut on his knees
Flexing pipes they caught him lacking and that n#gg# freezed
Life flashed before his eyes before he even blinked
Shot right thru his eye now when he blink that n#gg# wink
To much bloodshed losing n#gg#s left to right
It’s to many sides I wonder who gone win this fight
While n#gg#s resting sleeping n#gg#s creepin through the night
I know sh#t looking dark right now the future Looking bright
I can’t go for nun ion live my life wit ease
Body weight up on his neck he told them he can’t breathe
I don’t know what made these goofy n#gg#s think we underneath
I’m banging MLK till our reality his dream
Smartest n#gg# in the hood got made into a mock
n#gg#s jealous of him cuz he got ts on lock
Goofy posting pictures of his self with that new Glock
Now his face on every person shirt up on the block
It’s hot like atl because we scoring like the hawks
Thought he was gone make it loss of blood went into shock
Put holes all in his body like that n#gg# was a croc
Time running out these n#gg#s better catch the clock
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