Check Da Stats Jay Vs 5th Vol2 Ending lyrics

[Intro]
(Exclusive)
Gra
Let me run these bands, n*gga
My opps
Look

[Verse]
I swear to God, I miss all them old days
All the gangstas was really outside
Back in 09, my n*ggas was clippin' n*ggas
Really, you know how my young n*ggas rock
Free more money, free all these bucks
All of them real n*ggas, really from the start
We gettin' money, we do or die
But shinin' my real n*ggas like they fives
They get the money, n*gga, gon' triple it
Feel like Russell, n*gga, when I double it
Feel like yo b*tch n*gga we gon' triple it
Cause you know my young n*ggas double it
We get money n*gga we ain't mumblin'
All of this sh*t n*ggas really stumblin'
I get the bag n*gga he ain't I get the bag n*gga I'll be comin' in
Hold on, I tell my opps go check all the stats
n*ggas won't go, we sprint through the back
I tell my bro go blitz through the front
I have my animal whip to attack
Where you goin' is the barrel of sound
But who's to bat? You know you're not n*ggas talking no facts
Since I'm getting money let's talk full of facts
Wait, I been doing this sh*t from them old days
Remember them days there was me and my uncle Nate Riles
We back in them old days
Back in' 9, we backin' on all
4 May crib
Chillin' in hallways, if you know what we doin' on school days
Don't listen to the bros, I screamin' long lipsticks I screamin' long lit YYB
I screamin' long King Marley
Like, I screamin' old old Fremont soldiers
Like, you know what we do is gettin' older, time gettin' folded
Like, damn, I know I'm 22, but I know I'm gettin' older
Like, damn, damn, damn, like, f*ck
[Outro]
(Exclusive) n*ggas gon' check all the stats, n*gga
We gon' leave it like that, n*gga