Stat Quo

Stat Quo - Atlanta On Fire lyrics

rate me

I'm the next one next one

Motherfuckers can't fuck with me with me

Got a problem shorty come get me, get me

Nah I ain't Dr. Dre nah I ain't Eminem or 50

Dog I'm Stat

As I think back retract

From the classroom to the trap

Freida's only son had to hustle for scraps

It's hard to relax when your wage minimum being broke

Fuck with my adrenaline before Dre and Eminem

I was tryna get on demo tapes state to state

Performing at clubs and doing whatever it takes

Relying on faith hoping my dreams take shape

And my fate meeting

I would wait for these A&R's say I ain't grind bitch

Spending my last dime on this studio time shit

A lot of folk told me I was stupid for tryin' this

Situation crucial feds off in my climate

Home environment taking pictures of me it was ugly

The spot got hot scene felt like curry

Had my vision blurry to underground Atlanta

Hit the streets me and Zeke put a plan together

Shorty it's now or never down to do whatever

You see the rainfall came but I had to bear that weather

Look your boy need cheddar like a mill or better

I was fed up but the benefit was worth the effort

I'm patiently waiting used to get love

Now the same niggas hating wanna give me slugs

Partner don't get it separated or twisted you can't fade it

Stat's the wrong motherfucker to play with understand me

If you opened up your ears long enough to listen

You may hear what you have been missing

Out all of this time I've been put in a position

To put all this in position

So quit your bitching

Learn how to rhyme

Get signed and get your shine

It's like this and like that 'n' ah

Welcome to Statlanta

Shady Aftermath 'n' uh

My brand new rapper from Atlanta

Who goes by the name of Stat Quo

Introducing our new excuse to keep producing

Continue to do music use it and expand it

And make rap grow

The hottest new shit on the planet on the new plateau

But don't confuse it you don't understand it

Lemme break it down for you to show you how we do shit

So that you cats know

This is Statlanta 101 cause we don't want noone

Walking out this motherfucka'

With tunnel vision to anyone with questions you want answer

Just ask and we'll try to unmask 'em and maybe explain why so few cats blow

Just spit the truth when you get in this booth

And do that dough

That there boy

You already knew that though, is he the greatest

From the ATL we got haters all day to debate us

So we'll just say this it's water from a ducks back

Go

I got caviar box chevy dreams

CD covers, TV screens

The booth or the block might go to triple beam

I'm a make it right, hear me, huh huh

Fuck what your saying God put me here to shine

white collar crime

The rhyme or the crime, MPC or the nine

I'm a make it, I need my huh huh

I couldn't care less, fuck y'all

You don't make or break me

Real niggas love me, pussy niggas hate me

Now bitches ride for Stat Quo they know

The A-Town

Didn't no other label offer me no deal

Til they found out Shady aftermath was interested

Then they started to beg

This ain't no gimmick this the south and I be that kid

Just ride through

The time your gonna find your on a great trip

we on some extraordinary shit

The piece of the puzzle that fit, it's Stat Quo son of a bitch

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