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Status Symbol (feat. Buddy) - Nipsey Hussle (Mailbox Money)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Vocals
Buddy
Buddy
Vocals
Drewbyrd
Drewbyrd
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Buddy
Buddy
Lyrics
Drewbyrd
Drewbyrd
Composer
Ermias Asghedom
Ermias Asghedom
Songwriter
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drewbyrd
Drewbyrd
Producer
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Producer

Lyrics

Me I'm getting, back rubs from these leather seats Negotiating equity positions you'll never be Rap sheet full of felonies Status symbol on my set of keys They say I was selling dreams Back to the brick wall I'm inhaling trees Visualizing hella cheese you can smell the weed Niggas doubt pessimism ain't affecting me Fuel to the fire took it higher than they ever see Frequent flight seat like seven seas Shopping spree spent about 11Gs 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 Nothing 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 that nigga so concerned with his I be baffled by the fact when niggas burn their bridge Then 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 ok for now We'll be ok for now And here on out Now you up huh? make it hard to trust huh? Got you fucked up saying 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 playing 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 nothing bro Seen a gang of rich niggas get comfortable Then looking at their watch like where the fuck it go Through my eyes I learnt 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 getting more now Nigga need at least like 30 for the show now Woah now, realest out of Sou. Cal Baby wanna fuck I'm like mmm slow down I'm eating cheese eggs in my hotel Hustle sold out nigga retailing wholesale Me ball and hurt your feelings? Oh well All money in I pull coattails, nigga
Writer(s): Maurice Johnson, Michael Ray Cox Jr., Ermias Joseph Asghedom, John Groover Jr., Simmie Sims Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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