Juice Cannon & Dice Cannon - No Statements

They say I killed my career with a kamikaze but three days later I've risen and they can't find a body
Crossed so many roads, my dirt couldn't seem to find me
Lost so much of myself, my shadow couldn't stand by me
Had to find my soul in sneakers that I never owned
They expect me to catch everything that the world has thrown
But from a boy I've grown transformed my bio dome to wear heat and upper grills the only time they fire chrome
Achievements that others never got the chance to see
And shout out to the war for killing more people than it freed
Sleep in peace while I'm steady chasing slave masters
How a slave kill a slave cause he got more slave masters
In a battlefield but don't understand the war, all the ones with shots is dying make us afraid to score
But fear is a tactic for the unexplored, focus on the lock will leave you stuck behind and open door
Not a pastor these are not scriptures from a bible, just some statements that I crafted in the midst of survival
Shout out to the atheists for not waiting once I start baking no mistake they gone forsaken satan
God flow I'm a convert them all to stans, I've been training in the sauna now it's time to gain them all fans

You know this my year like the block I'm from, niggas never rep their gang past the block they from
Flags got tucked, shots got ducked, H block had killers but them puerto rocs know how we gave it up
Pop had the glock in my sneaker box (Uhh) Pac still blasting through the speaker box (Uhh)
Me against the world when them d's knock flush a pound of weed till them water hit the toilet seats (Uhh)
Crack vials in my friends couch, triple beam dreaming, really seeming like it's just my only way out
Twitch got shot, Bigger got knocked,
E-duz was going in while the rest of us cannons is coming out
First day out, you know I made my routes this rap shit I spit really ain't for clout
I ain't give up my friends, like that color head mouse, I went out on top and I ain't drop no statements
Yeah and we ain't never giving up, no fucking statements 2100 shit, TMF it till I BMF it
Ah, trey pac nigga

Written by:
Francis Odunsi, Jahmel Davis

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