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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

Yeah, me? I'm gettin' back rubs from these leather seats (Yeah)
Negotiatin' equity positions you'll never be (****)
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
**** 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 G's
Eyes bloodshot, I don't ever sleep
My **** 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 ****, he grew up to hate a ****
Nothin' major, ****, just a demonstration, ****
Within the matrix, ****, I drew illustrations with him
Words, that is, for sure, that is
Look, that **** got his off the curb, that is
So how the fuck is **** so concerned with his?
I be baffled by the fact when **** burn their bridge
And try to double back like, "What the fuck is that?"
Like, **** 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 **** 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, brrup-ba-bup-ba-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 **** 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 **** 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 **** come second?
So I kicked the door down, gettin' more now
**** need at least like thirty for the show now
Whoa, 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, ****, retail and wholesale
Me ballin' hurt your feelings? Oh well
All money in, I pull coattails, ****
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
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 if death spares a life, ain't nothing to really play about
Cadi finna make it, oh, yeah, ****, that's without a doubt
Hoe, don't interfere 'cause all they wanna do is run they mouth
I been outchea 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 **** in the streets with a gun and they be goin' wild
Cadi super hot, all you other **** stuck on mild
In this Audi smashin', man, this jug got four-thousand miles
I ain't never stoppin' till 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' **** Tay
I remember goin' to school, chillin' up, smokin' eights
And now, my **** 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, ****? 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 ****'ll wet you up, chicks'll set you up
You think your days ones with you but **** 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 ****, so you know I still reply
And they speakin' on my name, so I know I'm that guy
Written by: Ermias Joseph Asghedom, Simmie Sims III
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