Statue Lyrics

Started a business cuz I'm sick of workin for somebody else

Now I'm dealing with the shit that come with it like, oh well

Life is what you make it, and I ain't gon make it stale

Feelin like G O D, if you don't love me then Ima give ya

A lil taste of the life you ain't lucky enough to live

I don't take no advice, but don't hesitate to give

Feelin great, feelin nice, even though I'm broke as shit

Just a stage in my life that I know I'm gunna get through

Both of my lungs gettin miss used

Shed my tears n grew out of my issues

Became who I am despite the shit that I went through

Feelin great as man, so I ain't got to go diss you

I've been, spreading love never worried bout gettin it back

Roll it up, light it early in the morning in fact

I'm finna wake n bake my way to greatness

If you feelin a way, then you should say it

Or for-ever hold your peace

Solid People close to me

They ain't statues but they still hella stoned my g

Don't tell me how shits supposed to be

The bar y'all set is low to me

Poppin like a soda be

Till the speakers knockin over me

Shout out Speaker knockerz

I'm leaking sauce

N I be a boss talking dollars

I made 2 G's over night dawg I'm doing it proper

Hakuna Mattata

Just tryna do right by my mama

so I started

I Started a business cuz I'm sick of workin for somebody else

Now I'm dealing with the shit that come with it like, oh well

Life is what you make it, and I ain't gon make it stale

Feelin like G O D, if you don't love me then Ima give ya

Not alot of attention

Don't give a fuck if all of em dissin

I'm feelin myself like

Is my wallet gone missin

On god on all of existence

I feel like all my decisions

Are leading me right where I got to be gettin

Callin shots from a distance

N thankin god for my misses

We gon be ballin n gettin some of them properties flippin

Most of y'all ain't on shit n

Bought a bot just to listen

Sign the dotted, Get lit n

All of yo profit go missin

All I did was stay present, now they callin me gifted

Callin me dis shit n dat shit

Put my bitch in a basket

Cuz she a bad lil snack n I'm finna take her home with me n give her the magic

But, not like that dude from the laker's, I see my gold

Finna light up the purple n chase it, Im on a roll

Feelin like a turtle's what I'm racin, y'all go to slow

Feelin like a burglar I'm takin home all the doe n

Don't give a fuck if its showin

I'm feelin better than your ever gunna know n

I really hope that that ain't true

Don't be worried bout the colors that they paint you

This life's a game dude, get played or play foo