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yung purge - statement (freestyle) lyrics

yeah
turn me up a lil bit
purge

yeah
yeah!
uh!
just remember that i been that n+gga, and aint no way i’m lettin n+ggas catch me slippin’ outside cause i don’t slip ma n+gga, and if you slip up you prolly get ya sh+t cut (yeah!)
i’m just coolin’ wit some b+tch, she wit a l!ck, i get my d+ck sucked uh (what!)
and we too st+rdy for the opps i tell em d+ck up (d+ck up!)
i’m peepin everything, see i’m just waitin’ for da switch up uh

they be f+ckin’ wit da wrong one (wrong one!)
pooh and markus chillin’ right beside me wit a long gun (wit a long gun!)
n+gga what you think?
ain’t no way in h+ll i’m trippin bout a b+tch (naw!)
a statement is a statement and a snitch gon’ be a snitch (yeah!)
i don’t know why sh+t got bad in da first place (in da first place!)
goin’ thru some sh+t and i done seen it in the worst way (in the worst way!)

hold up, let me mention what it’s like for me to live in these trenches (word!)
when you got beef wit certain n+ggas and they dyin’ to end ya (yeah!)
or when you walkin’ to da store and they take ya life in a second (brrrtt!)
sh+t ain’t nothin’ to these n+ggas, they ain’t tryna correct it (foreal!)
they rather stay boxed in so they get put in a box (in a box!)
bullets hit you up fasho, i got the switch on da glock (switch on da glock!)
you ain’t puttin’ in on this so you can’t take from the pot (take from da pot!)
get ya own plate n+gga, we don’t eat wit da opps (facts!)

you ever wake up in da mornin’ wit the thoughts of being dead in ya sleep?
(dead in your sleep!)
stomach tight cause there ain’t nothin’ to eat? (naw!)
or being broke in da streets?
all i know is spittin’ pain on a beat (word!)
my stomach hurtin’ got me feelin’ so weak, sheesh! (that sh+t hurt)

i was dancin’ wit the devil, had to come right back (come right back!)
momma why’d you do ya son like that?
this ain’t no one night rap (naw!)
this for nights that i was tuckin’ ma strap (tuckin’ ma strap!)
you had to watch from gettin’ stabbed in the back, facts!

ya’ll don’t really understand the sh+t i seen in ma city (seen in ma city)
dope dealers had to scheme for them pennies, they lookin’ mean wit da semi
(that’s facts)
kids dying, now they grievin’ and empty (they grievin)
you see da blood drippin’, n+gga that’s plenty, you know this sh+t could get gritty
as i’m walkin’ thru ma hood i see a lot of pain (i see a lot of pain)
a dark cloud over philly, i see a lot of rain (i see a lot of rain!)
a lot to blame, but who’s to blame when we doin’ it? (what)
savage muhh f+ckas in philly that’s always shootin’ sh+t (yeah!)
coulda had a christmas, but k!llas already ruined it (brrrt!)
now they gotta go thru that trauma up in that funeral, d+mn!

they never take a stand for gun violence
but always wanna cry when you seein’ ya son wildin’, why?
cause ain’t n0body standin’ up and speakin’ out
but they don’t really care for them people that’s reachin’ out, foreal
circumstances always change by the minute (change by the minute!)
you gettin’ shot if you ain’t mindin’ ya business, now people cryin’ and trippin
n+ggas missin’ every target, but they hit the kids (but they hit the kids!)
blind fire, it’s either gon’ be a hit or miss (it’s either a hit or miss)
sh+t, and single moms goin’ ham (d+mn)
cause n+ggas never takin’ a stand to be a dad (why!)
it’s sad, how these kids gotta live without a pop (without a pop?)
we need to come together ma n+gga this gotta stop, watch (this gotta stop!)

don’t turn ya back on the people that want the best for ya (that want the best for ya!)
don’t bite the hands of the people that’s gon stretch for ya (that’s gon stretch for ya!)
and give you everything you need when you down n out (yeah)
i been drenched in depression, i’m prolly drownin’ now (i’m prolly downin’ now!)
gotta block the negative, i gotta drown it out (what?)
becomin’ evil, thats somethin these k!llas taught em bout! (brrrtt!)

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