Statistics

[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