What's up?
What's up?
Uh, what's up?
Cult, cult, cult, cult, cult, cult, cult, cult, cult
This is cult status
You dealin' with known addicts
America made choppas
You beefin', we split ya cabbage
Standin' next to the stars
It's funny, 'cause you a asterisk
You break up with ya ho, we gon' pin that bitch to the mattress
Bitch niggas be thinkin' they jokes be hittin', they be straining
Can't be seen with you word niggas, y'all need training
Born into money, got more money, then start complainin'
Shoulda kept it online than end up and comment on my page
Ayy, catching this new bag, tell me who bad
Before we get wavy, let's start up for something for durags
Seen the barbershop in years, where Cube at?
And if I gotta push you to the edge, you gettin' lined up with a new tag
They send shots and that's a puzzle they can praise
Go to the internet, best believe me, you get glazed
I seen ya splits, bitch, your talk don't pay
Unless you was good enough to see 'Pac, you ain't a Ye
The I'm on, nothing above it
Look at my family tree and saw Snoop 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 fuck is niggas talkin' 'bout my fits ain't clean?
Pray to the almighty Sosa and to DJ Scream
Now look it’s critical, I keep it simple like Bobby Digital
Money over bitches, 'cause bitches, they come in intervals
This is cult status
You dealin' with known addicts
America made choppas
You beefin', we split ya cabbage
Standin' next to the stars
It's funny, 'cause you a asterisk
You break up with ya ho, we gon' pin that bitch to the mattress
Bitch niggas be thinkin' they jokes be hittin', they be straining
Can't be seen with you word niggas, y'all need training
Born into money, got more money, then start complainin'
Shoulda kept it online than end up and comment on my page
Since Pitchfork fell off, you yuppies been goin' through it
Gossipin' like some bitches and playin' catch up in music
Rappin' like backpackers, those stutter bars is confusin'
The crack be hittin' like Whitney, I'm pistol-packing in Houston
She caught me jerkin' 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
The way you El Presidente, we move the Bay a lot
We on the road, we on the tour, we outta line wit it
I keep the switch up on the pistol for the crime business
Don't give a fuck about no time difference
Potato on the barrel, makin' me bash wit it
Runnin' the day, the Rockefeller, but I dash with it
Pray to the Mafia, we tax different, for real
