STATS by Jacob Daley Lyrics
[Intro]
TXT ME did the beat boy
Dang son, where did you find this? (Take no Ls)
Oh no Ls, bubby (Back up)
Uptown, Westside, ah (Shit)
I'mma teach you how to Dougie (One step back)
[Chorus: Jacob Daley]
Young man better back up
Don't approach me with the trash talk
Told 'em better get they stats up
Told 'em better get your stats up
Double double better back up
You ain't backing up the trash talk
Told 'em better get they stats up
Told 'em better get your stats up (Hey, hey)
[Verse 1: Jacob Daley]
I am a god to the game
What did you think I was saying?
I ain't seen no onе run past us, we faster
You really can't fuck with thе gang
Like ain't a damn thing changed
Mr. Same Old Same
Big man on campus, twenty two up in the lane
Screw lose up in the brain
Fuck the money and the fame
They want Jacob on his bullshit
They want Jacob with the flame
Hit up Robby and the gang
Bring the shooters to the range
Ain't a driver in my lane
This the same shit that I wrote in my bedroom
When I was like thirteen, don't touch me
I'm pulling up in apartments, a sweatshirt as old as my sneakers
Like damn it, I'm comfy
I'm turning into the Michael with this shit
Usain in the 'lympics, I'm running the country
I had to make a comparison, shit is embarrassing
Bro, my track record is lovely
[Chorus: Jacob Daley]
Young man better back up
Don't approach me with the trash talk
Told 'em better get they stats up
Told 'em better get your stats up
Double double better back up
You ain't backing up the trash talk
Told 'em better get they stats up
Told 'em better get your stats up
[Verse 2: Robert Alvare]
Breaking my back just to show these motherfuckers
That fucking with us ain't a damn joke or nothing
They choking on words like they nervous, they fucking up
Fuck with us, honestly try it, no I see you
Jealous and heated up
You see we got it a fanbase, yeah we heating up
[?] send it up, fire and flames (Yeah)
Pauly Bobby Robby Re (Yeah)
Jacob Emmanuel Daley (Yeah)
We been had on the game (Yeah)
And not just at WJ (Yeah)
But that goes for anywhere, hear what I'm saying? (Yeah)
Feature number three, yeah, uno, dos, tres
This the type of beat to put you in your place
This the type of beat that causes some noise
(TXT ME did the beat boy)
Park in the hallways like everyone knows me
For five singles other songs, yeah you can blow
This is what we get for being so focused
And we blow, you can say that you knew us
[Chorus: Jacob Daley]
Young man better back up
Don't approach me with the trash talk
Told 'em better get they stats up
Told 'em better get your stats up
Double double better back up
You ain't backing up the trash talk
Told 'em better get they stats up
Told 'em better get your stats up
(TXT ME)
TXT ME did the beat boy
Dang son, where did you find this? (Take no Ls)
Oh no Ls, bubby (Back up)
Uptown, Westside, ah (Shit)
I'mma teach you how to Dougie (One step back)
[Chorus: Jacob Daley]
Young man better back up
Don't approach me with the trash talk
Told 'em better get they stats up
Told 'em better get your stats up
Double double better back up
You ain't backing up the trash talk
Told 'em better get they stats up
Told 'em better get your stats up (Hey, hey)
[Verse 1: Jacob Daley]
I am a god to the game
What did you think I was saying?
I ain't seen no onе run past us, we faster
You really can't fuck with thе gang
Like ain't a damn thing changed
Mr. Same Old Same
Big man on campus, twenty two up in the lane
Screw lose up in the brain
Fuck the money and the fame
They want Jacob on his bullshit
They want Jacob with the flame
Hit up Robby and the gang
Bring the shooters to the range
Ain't a driver in my lane
This the same shit that I wrote in my bedroom
When I was like thirteen, don't touch me
I'm pulling up in apartments, a sweatshirt as old as my sneakers
Like damn it, I'm comfy
I'm turning into the Michael with this shit
Usain in the 'lympics, I'm running the country
I had to make a comparison, shit is embarrassing
Bro, my track record is lovely
[Chorus: Jacob Daley]
Young man better back up
Don't approach me with the trash talk
Told 'em better get they stats up
Told 'em better get your stats up
Double double better back up
You ain't backing up the trash talk
Told 'em better get they stats up
Told 'em better get your stats up
[Verse 2: Robert Alvare]
Breaking my back just to show these motherfuckers
That fucking with us ain't a damn joke or nothing
They choking on words like they nervous, they fucking up
Fuck with us, honestly try it, no I see you
Jealous and heated up
You see we got it a fanbase, yeah we heating up
[?] send it up, fire and flames (Yeah)
Pauly Bobby Robby Re (Yeah)
Jacob Emmanuel Daley (Yeah)
We been had on the game (Yeah)
And not just at WJ (Yeah)
But that goes for anywhere, hear what I'm saying? (Yeah)
Feature number three, yeah, uno, dos, tres
This the type of beat to put you in your place
This the type of beat that causes some noise
(TXT ME did the beat boy)
Park in the hallways like everyone knows me
For five singles other songs, yeah you can blow
This is what we get for being so focused
And we blow, you can say that you knew us
[Chorus: Jacob Daley]
Young man better back up
Don't approach me with the trash talk
Told 'em better get they stats up
Told 'em better get your stats up
Double double better back up
You ain't backing up the trash talk
Told 'em better get they stats up
Told 'em better get your stats up
(TXT ME)