CULT STATUS Video (MV)

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This is cult status
You dealin' with known attics
American made choppas
You beefin', we split ya cabbage
Standin' next to the stars
It's funny, 'cause you a asterisk
When you break up with ya hoe, we gon' pin that bitch to the mattress
Bitch niggas be thinkin' they jokes be hittin', they be straining
I can't be seen with you worm niggas, y'all need training
Born into money, got more money, then start complainin'
Shoulda kept it online or end up in terminal condition

Ayy, PEG in his new bag, tell me who bad
Before we gettin' wavy, let's start with somethin' for the durags
Ain't seen a barbershop, where Cube at?
And if I gotta push you to the edge, you gettin' lined up with a new tag
They send shots then act surprised when they get grazed
Run to the internet, they'll believe you, you get glazed
I seen ya splits, bitch, shit talk don't pay
Unless you are good enough to shit talk your way to Ye
Worship proving y'all wrong, nothing above it
Look at my family tree and saw sleep was my favorite cousin
My rewards, they don't come from awards, niggas is bored
My percentage over the number like QWERTY keyboards
Now, how the f*ck is niggas talkin' 'bout my fits ain't clean?
Pray to the almighty Sosa and to DJ Scream
Now look it's critical, I flip the sample like Bobby digital
Money over bitches, 'cause bitches, they come in intervals

This is cult status
You dealin' with known attics
American made choppas
You beefin', we split ya cabbage
Standin' next to the stars
It's funny, 'cause you a asterisk
When you break up with ya hoe, we gon' pin that bitch to the mattress
Bitch niggas be thinkin' they jokes be hittin', they be straining
I can't be seen with you worm niggas, y'all need training
Born into money, got more money, then start complainin'
Shoulda kept it online or end up in terminal condition

Since Pitchfork fell off, the yuppies been goin' through it
Gossipin' like some bitches and playin' catch up in music
Rappin' like backpackers, don't sell no more, it's confusing
The crack be hittin' like Whitney, I'm pistol-packing in Houston
She caught me jerk eating at that Jamaican spot
Can't wait to pop
Park a big body up in ya vacant lot
Best production
You don't say me? I tell a hater, "Stop"
But when you El Presidente niggas debate a lot

We on the road, it's all the time, we outta line wit it
I keep the switch up on the pistol for the crime business
Don't give a f*ck about no time difference, for real
Uh, potato on the barrel, make 'em eat the hash wit it
Brought in the dame to Roc-A-Fella, but I dashed with it
Pray to the Mafia, we tax different, for real