Nipsey Hussle, LilCadiPGE, Buddy - Status Symbol lyrics

Simmie Sims III [astor PassTheBlunt]

[Nipsey Hussle, LilCadiPGE, Buddy - Status Symbol lyrics]

Yuh me? I'm gettin' back rubs
From these leather seats (Yuh)
Negotiatin' equity positions you'll never be
(Nigga) rap sheet full of felonies (yeah)
Status symbol on my set of keys
They say I was sellin' dreams
Back to the brick wall, I'm inhalin' trees
Visualizin' hella cheese
You can smell the weed
Niggas doubt, pessimism ain't affectin' me
Fuel to the fire
Took it higher than they ever see
Frequent flight seat like seven seas
Shoppin' spree spent about eleven Gs
Eyes bloodshot, I don't ever sleep
My niggas act on instinct
We don't ever think
When confronted with a problem
We don't ever flee
We connected at the bottom like the letter V
So accustomed to the pop, we don't even blink
When them shots go off, get the Glock
Show off yellow tape a nigga
He grew up to hate a nigga
Nothin' major, nigga, just a demonstration
Nigga within the matrix, nigga
I drew illustrations with him
Words, that is, for sure, that is
Look, that nigga got his off the curb
That is so how the fuck is niggas
So concerned with his?
I be baffled by the fact
When niggas burn their bridge
And try to double back like
"What the fuck is that?"
Like, Niggas want this rap life way too bad

We ain't gotta worry no more
We'll be just fine
And we ain't finna wait no more
So don't waste my time
Remember when we had no way, no way
But we'll be okay for now
We'll be okay for now and here on out

Now you up, huh? Make it hard to trust, huh?
Got you fucked up sayin' it was luck, huh?
Pulling up, huh? Limo tinted trucks, huh?
Open trust, huh? Then you fill 'em up, huh?
Every time a nigga drop, it's real as fuck
Huh?
Every time you hit the road, you fill 'em up
Huh?
Whole city know that you became the one, huh?
They seen it from the jump, huh?
The pressure weigh a ton, huh?
Especially where you come from
Every night br-br-br-brap bump bump
Heavy price but it's just the
Cloth you cut from
It's alright, it's just life if you want one
Learn to hold yourself down with a big gun
All these niggas playin' tough
You gon' chip one
For these dollars, a decade, you a risk one
Fuck it though, 'cause when you
Flat broke, you ain't nothin', bro
Seen a gang of rich niggas get comfortable
Then lookin' at their watch like
"Where the fuck it go?"
Through my eyes I learned lessons like
Time is of the essence and
My grind got obsessive
Then my mind got restless
Put myself in the game
But batteries sold separate
Question, since when do real
Niggas come second?
So I kicked the door down, gettin' more now
Nigga need at least like thirty
For the show now
Woah now, realest out of So Cal
Baby wanna fuck I'm like, "Mmm, slow down"
I'm eatin' cheese eggs in my hotel
Hussle sold out, nigga, retail and wholesale
Me ballin' hurt your feelings? Oh well
All money in, I pull coattails, nigga

We ain't gotta worry no more
We'll be just fine
And we ain't finna wait no more
So don't waste my time
Remember when we had no way, no way
But we'll be okay for now
We'll be okay for now and here on out

Hey Nip what up?
Let me get a flick wit'chu come on, lil' bro
Got your camera? Yup, here it go right here
Aight bet, here you go, homie hey, Nip
Let me spit somethin' for you real quick
Oh, you rap, nigga?
Yeah, you know how I get down
Let me hear somethin', bro, go 'head

Look, I was stuck in these
Streets tryna make it out
I seen most my homies change, man
They fakin' out and my brother really gone
Straight taken out so a death spares a life
And it really play about
Cadi finna make it, oh yeah, niggas
That's without a doubt
Hoe don't interfere 'cause all they wanna
Do is run they mouth
I been out chear really tryna
Chase the paper route
Fuck wit' me, I'll knock you out
Talkin' Manny Pacquiao
I really do this music so that
I could see my mama smile
I'm tryna go major but I know
That it's gon' take a while
I don't even know if I'ma live
To even see a child
'Cause niggas in the streets with a
Gun and they be goin' wild cadi super hot
All you other niggas stuck on mild
In this Audi smashin', man
This jug got four-thousand miles
I ain't never stoppin' 'til my money
Stacked up in a pile
On TV, haters watchin' me
I hope that y'all could see me now
Everyday I wake up
I just thank God for another day
Damn, I really can't believe they
Killed my fuckin' nigga Tay
I remember goin' to school, chillin' up
Smokin' eights and now my nigga gone and his
Body gon' be on display
These gangbanger's serious
Shit got me curious
Losin' homies to bullshit
This shit got me furious
My brother gone too
He ain't never comin' back
How you think that make me feel
Nigga? All I do is rap
Anytime I spend money
All I do is make it back
Anytime I'm in these streets
All I do is watch my back
'Cause niggas'll wet you up
Chicks'll set you up
You think your days ones with you
But niggas be switchin' up i seen it all
I seen homies go before my eyes
Some homies'll make it
Some don't come out alive
My mom prayin' and she hopin'
That her youngest survive
'Cause she know that I'm gettin' high
Bills steady, rollin' pie
Wasn't no father in my life
Big brother in the sky
Every night I'm in my room and I sit and ask
"Why?" bitches choosin' on a nigga so
You know I still reply
And they speakin' on my name so
I know I'm that guy

Yeah, that's right, my nigga
How old are you, bro? Man, I'm sixteen, man
Sixteen? That's right
What they call you, nigga? LilCadiPGE
Fuck wit' me

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