Not a Statistic Songtext
von Nippa

Nip′ be on that blackout, had his shot and missed it
When it turnt to money, turnt it down for business
They be saying "lowe the streets," but they don't really get it
Came back to my niggas just to tell them I′ll get it straight

Ain't being funny, but I feel ashamed
Got the diagnostic like, "You fucking joking"
If it ain't situation, then they don′t wanna hear it, uh
But soon, you′ll see

'Cause every time I spit, I′m saying, Lord, I preach
And if you fail me now, I'm saying, Lord, I′ll scream
I'm using all my paper and my paper don′t make money
And I'm seeing niggas eat so, Lord, when will I eat?


I don't really care for the clothes
I just need some monеy and a crib on the low
And a bitch on the low, need my income to grow
And sit with all thе dawgs wherever we stay

But I still ride with my day-ones in case they need assistance
Still hit the function with liquor in my system
Make sure they feel me before I be a statistic
And if I′m a statistic, I swear my dawgs will make it right

Paranoia in my body and my head
Boy, this ain′t life, this ain't life

Yeah, but tell my niggas bring them shorties back
Hit me in the morning, akh
We was fucking bitches way before I was supporting act on tour, I had a touring app
Just to show these bitches I′m in they city, we're tall than that
Of course we lied, it′s more than cap

Oh, I hit shots from A to B, whether it's the Haze or B
If that nigga′s talking (woo), boy, the fuck you say to me?
I'll be on my way with three, I don't play the keys, but play with the keys
Send my dawg a girl because these women want they way with me, yeah


Let me hear that