Status Symbol

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Yuh Me? I'm gettin' back rubs from these leather seats (Yuh) Negotiatin' equity positions you'll never be (Nigga) 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 Niggas 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 Gs 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 Nothin' 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 is niggas so concerned with his? I be baffled by the fact when niggas burn their bridge And try to double back like, "What the fuck is that?" Like, Niggas want this rap life way too bad [Chorus: Buddy] 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 [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] 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 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 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 niggas 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 niggas come second? So I kicked the door down, gettin' more now Nigga need at least like thirty for the show now Woah 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, nigga, retail and wholesale Me ballin' hurt your feelings? Oh well All money in, I pull coattails, nigga [Chorus: Buddy] 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 [Interlude: LilCadiPGE & Nipsey Hussle] Hey Nip What up? Let me get a flick wit'chu Come on, lil' bro Got your camera? Yup, here it go right here Aight bet, here you go, homie Hey, Nip, let me spit somethin' for you real quick Oh, you rap, nigga? Yeah, you know how I get down Let me hear somethin', bro, go 'head [Verse 3: LilCadiPGE] 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 a death spares a life and it really play about Cadi finna make it, oh yeah, niggas, that's without a doubt Hoe don't interfere 'cause all they wanna do is run they mouth I been out chear 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 niggas in the streets with a gun and they be goin' wild Cadi super hot, all you other niggas stuck on mild In this Audi smashin', man, this jug got four-thousand miles I ain't never stoppin' 'til 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' nigga Tay I remember goin' to school, chillin' up, smokin' eights And now my nigga 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, nigga? 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 niggas'll wet you up, chicks'll set you up You think your days ones with you but niggas 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 nigga so you know I still reply And they speakin' on my name so I know I'm that guy [Outro: Nipsey Hussle & LilCadiPGE] Yeah, that's right, my nigga How old are you, bro? Man, I'm sixteen, man Sixteen? That's right What they call you, nigga? LilCadiPGE Fuck wit' me