Status

Lyrics for Status

You can only die once Bitch, that-, bitch, that doorman been had weight (Yeah) Make sure my fam ate (Slatt) Still young cocaine, ain't shit changed since my last tape (Rah) Still packin' on probation, motherfuck a police mandate (Yeah) Nigga wanna vote, but I don't really fuck with nan' candidate (Nah) A little birdie flew up in my hand today (Woo) Motorola goin' HAM today (Uh) Twenty-eights to a fifty-six, two into splits, how many grams today? Prices high, but nigga gotta pay We ain't takin' no shorts, nigga (Nah) Stamped the game with my own name, I don't promote or endorse niggas Got a house on the golf course, nigga All from wrappin' up that package (Yeah) Solo with my strap, I ain't got my mans, then gotta have it (Yeah) Then drove a nеw Denali with a thousand bricks from Dallas (Yeah) Manufactured drug infraction, policе faction Know my status on the throne, nigga (Yeah) When you gettin' rich and your homies not, can't trust your own niggas But don't get too high and push 'em away 'cause then you alone, nigga (Yeah) The boss nigga keep his balance (Yeah) This Frederico Soprano, mafioso be my status, gangster Gibbs Guess who's back, motherfucker? The prince of darkness But in South Central, they just call me Andre But look, you know I can't always talk like that, I be tryin' to make it sound big And, like, hella menacing 'cause I know niggas be scared But it's your boy, man, it's the devil, man, look here Gibbs, what's up, man? Like, you really been strayin' from the program, my guy I got you, my nigga I got you, my nigga I got you, my nigga