Xllxs Statements

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[Intro] This is the turn around moment I'm grown now, you zimme? Zeph Ellis Check it, yo [Verse] I've been influencing way before you was a tadpole Young black yout from South West, with a mad flow 16, I was up in Reading giving cats snow And now I'm in the studio, tryna make these tracks blow Done my dirt on these roads, and I've seen a load of drama Now I'm making tracks getting spun on radio by Logan Sama Niggas hate when I jump on the mic and say the facts I just made Acid Bomb, that track just bought Kano back Renting out apartments just so you can stunt in your vids Got these lighties upset, when they come to your crib For me it's never been an image ting Brudda, it's a cold world that we're living in Tell me take my chain off, no, I ain't giving in Nigga put his hands on my fam, then I'm killing him 'Cause I grew up on them estates where gangs roll I'm waiting for my brudda F.A to land road Skrr-ing through the city in a Add Lee Chilling with a bad b, in the back seat smoking mad weed Give a pinky to the driver in the taxi Walk into the bar with my wife and order some brandy She just wanna chill, smoke some weed and eat some healthy food Plan our future, she supports me plus we're getting wealthy too I tell her "Babes, just have faith in me" She say "I don't care where you're taking me, as long as I'm with you there's a purpose in my day for me" I swear if I was a God she would follow plus pray to me Uh Behind every successful man is strong woman These Instagram bitches weak plus I'm not looking These road rappers got these niggas so gassed Buying clothes for the vid, then bringing the clothes back What's the problem with your yard? Show 'em that you own that Renting cars for the vid, show 'em that you loaned that I don't care what he says Stunting with medallions, with Medusa heads on, that you got from eBay Man said it's three bills Man said it's four bills Man said it's five bills What does the receipt say? Niggas need to holla me for beats so they can get writing Money up front, for a track fam it's Z prices For a session it's a Q to hit the microphone That's the engineer and you in studes to write alone Doubling my stacks, yeah I'm hustling this cash Hollering your manager like "Where's my money? Bring it back" No one wants to pay when they owe you shit To you in the face, swammy'ed up, ready to unload at him My brudda's'll popcorn Nuttin' like the Odeon Buss case, and swear they didn't do it on the podium Salute a real G when I pass tru Minarmy the army, if someone's standing next to me they're hard too Found myself a younger and I showed him how to bar too Over 50,000 plays on Soundcloud on our last tune I can see competitors, they're plotting on our last moves While girls be screaming "Let me heal you" shouting out Jamal Woon Uh, that's my brother from another mother And I just lost a brother from another mother So shout my brudda Nash Nine Lives RIP, I wish I could bring you back nine times my G Before the interview with Posty there was hella hating I was sitting down contemplating me and Melanation Spent a year in country segregated, meditating with some vegetation Now I'm back to give 'em hella statements [Outro] Everything's good man Looking around me I feel good The team is strong Trust me And for everyone listening don't be chasing all the money and cars and all of those things Everything starts with love Feel me? My love for music kept me here, that's why you're listening