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[Intro: Big Rube] These streets is harder than your diamonds You representing gangsta, but that ain't got a damn thing to do with rhyming Ain't nothing wrong with shining But get right, 'cause you'll never see your light if your iggnerance is blinding You significantly grinding You love the hustle, but be warned, the hustle [?] muscle [?] infinantly binding Have you tell it to the concreet But is the pimpin and the robbin and the killin and the trappin just for drum beats? You know your trials and your hardships Well for a better reason then the treson, you can [?] talking hard shit Ain't no hating, I got love for you For twenty years, I been going way beyond and above for you The streets is where I got respect at Where I got my stripes, and Wikipedia can't check that So come down off your high horse And give back to the hood, our communities is [?] Jail ain't [?] one man We in a world where you can die for being born with a suntan The game's a lesson, if you studdy long You can live the kind of life to make a nigga wanna write a song But too long and you study wrong I'm just speaking what I know, never preaching, I ain't [?] The future us need leadership I just keep it one thousand [Chorus: Future] Statistics say you could be a dope boy It ain't easy as it look boy Them niggas gonna bit your swagger Won't be the first nigga to bite you, won't be the last motherfucker don't like you Be prepared for the worses, we prepared for the worses [Verse 1: Future] For statistics and what they said I'm a rich nigga Some niggas get money go to feds get out rich nigga My uncle left came back to the streets and got his check Presidential Rolex, Versace specs, I'm flyer than a jet Its in my flesh and bones I wake up on that strong Fuck what you thank about it you think its wrong You politicians politicin' about niggas getting it Making niggas successful you tryna make niggas stressful Its a side of me to be a hot commodity Fuck a robbery I take them on violently For biting me I should sent my whole army For making futuristic sounds so damn corny [Chorus: Future] Statistics say you could be a dope boy It ain't easy as it look boy Them niggas gonna bit your swagger Won't be the first nigga to bite you, won't be the last motherfucker don't like you Be prepared for the worses, we prepared for the worses [Verse 2: Future] Bitch ass niggas smell like a dust Wack ass friends gone fuck around and expose you Nobody to hand around school of swag and jackers Got your cap and gown go around sniffin' real niggas down The green light on you in own just to lay you down Smoking out a pound waiting on a call about a clown Money on your forehead fuck you lil niggas kickin' big talk Fuck that small talk turn a loft to a vault 4s Panamera Turbo Porsche Do it for my niggas in the streets of course, with no choice But you go and get that mula fetti no choice But you go and get that mula fetti no choice [Chorus: Future] Statistics say you could be a dope boy It ain't easy as it look boy Them niggas gonna bit your swagger Won't be the first nigga to bite you, won't be the last motherfucker don't like you Be prepared for the worses, we prepared for the worses