CULT STATUS

This is cult status, you dealing with known attics

American made choppas, you beefing, we split your cabbage

Standing next to the stars, it's funny because you're a asterisk

When you break up with your ho, we gonna pin that bitch to the mattress

Bitch **** be thinking they jokes be hitting, they be straining

I can't be seen with you worm ****, y'all need training

Born into money, got more money then start complaning

Shoulda kept it online or end in terminal condition

Pegg in his new bag, tell me, who bad?

Before we gettin' wavy, let's start with something for the durags

Ain't seen a barbershop, where Cube at?

And if I gotta push it to edge, you're getting lined up wit a new tag, bitch

They send shots, then act suprised when they get grazed

Run to the internet, they'll beliveve you, you'll get glazed

I seen your splits, bitch, shit talk don't pay

Unless you are good enough to shit talk your way to YE

The rush from proving y'all wrong, nothin' above it

Looked at my family tree and saw sleep is my favorite cousin

My rewards, don't come from awards, you **** is bored

My percentage over the number like qwerty keyboards

How in the fuck is **** talking about my fits ain't clean?

Pray to the almighty Sosa and DJ Scream

Now look, it's critical, I flip a sample like Bobby Digital

Money over bitches 'cause, bitches, they coming in intervals

This is cult status, you dealing with known attics

American made choppas, you beefing, we split your cabbage

Standing next to the stars, it's funny because you're a asterisk

When you break up with your ho, we gonna pin that bitch to the mattress

Bitch **** be thinking they jokes be hitting, they be straining

I can't be seen with you worm ****, y'all need training

Born into money, got more money then start complaning

Shoulda kept it online or end in terminal condition

Since Pitchfork fell off, the yuppies been going through it

Gossiping like some bitches and playing catch up in music

Rapping like backpackers, don't sell no more, it's confusing

That crack be hitting like Whitney, I'm pistol packing in Houston

She caught me jerk eating at that Jamaican spot

Can't wait to pop, I park a big body in ya vacant lot

Best production, you don't say me, I tell a hater stop

But when you el presidente, **** debate a lot

We on the to road, we all the time, we outta line with it

I keep the switch up on the pistol for the crime business

Don't give a fuck about no time difference, for real

Potato on the barrel, make 'em eat the hash with it

Brought in the dame to Rocafella but I dashed with it

Pray to the mafia, we tax different, for real