TeeKiLLa - The Statement lyrics

[Verse 1] And it feels like Everybody in the system we trying to get it Workin' 9 to 5 just to make a livin' Is this the life we chose? Is it circumstances of poverty that got us so low Back seat, back roads, back trails Back then we used to bang chicks, smoke real Tested, everybody's tested, so live your life real, if u can't do ur best.. Or Take a ride with me take you to the skies baby Dont be suprised if I take u by surprise Live the life in the lavish, only you can have this No baby momma drama, I'm for-only-one-package And I'm reppin 2-fifty-five (255), Atown arachuga, where my n***as ride Bout the time, yea we lit it, we philosophize Got no time for the b**hes, leave em in the pound Drop a quarter, drop an ounce, add another pound Let me see the lighter, pyromaniac I wonder if they'll remember me when I'm below the gra** Telling stories of the past Wishing we could make it last Visioning my life, and thanking God for it Every single breath that you give me I'm overjoyed Sticking to my roots, I forever adhere to it Rest in Peace Mwalimu J K [Hook] Now its, about time that we own our worth The money is coming in second, have to put God first Dont be a victim to lies of the superior Gotta stand on your own, be yourself bruh!! And I know it ain't easy The money and the hoes make you change so easily Sayin' you about that life Nah homie you ain't bout life [Verse 2] Show me the pa**ion, interaction, your inner peace And the factors, that would master your inner chi On a ma**ive scale, gobbling energy Cookie monster, see me gobble the inner cream I'm on first cla**, flying pa** all these haters Please, give me time, so I can recline, in the summer breeze Hamburgers n a bun, trying to get the cheese On a fast track, busta rhyme, on these idle fiends Half drank beers, with some fries and a lil' weed Last night had a great time chillin' with the team Lot of pretty girls in the club, low self-esteem I dont care i just hit 'em up, maybe I'm a fiend Monday mornin', yawnin', get the collard greens When the storm hit, I'm on it, and by any means I'm just tryin' to make a profit, off the city schemes If you mad I just crop ya, photo editing 2-fifty-five, I reside in the south side My b**h hit the gas, Bonnie n clyde All i know, money motivate the freestyle I pack it hot like a papa johns pizza Flow so fire burn the paper up Got loud in the club, bring paper the bruh TeeKiLLa 'bout to take shots, where the goalie at Heisenberg in the kitchen, cooking up another batch [Hook]