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Freddie Gibbs - Status Lyrics

Status by Freddie Gibbs [Intro]
You can only die once

[Verse 1]
b**ch, that—, b**ch, that doorman been had weight (Yeah)
Make sure my fam ate (Slatt)
Still young cocaine, ain't sh*t changed since my last tape (Rah)
Still packin' on probation, motherf**k a police mandate (Yeah)
Nigga wanna vote, but I don't really f**k with nan' candidate (Nah)
A little birdie flew up in my hand today (Woo)
Motorola goin' HAM today (Uh)
Twenty-eights to a fifty-six, two into splits, how many grams today?
Prices high, but nigga gotta pay
We ain't takin' no shorts, nigga (Nah)
Stamped the game with my own name, I don't promote or endorse niggas
Got a house on the golf course, nigga
All from wrappin' up that package (Yeah)
Solo with my strap, I ain't got my mans, then gotta have it (Yeah)
Then drove a nеw Denali with a thousand bricks from Dallas (Yeah)
Manufactured drug infraction, policе faction, know my status on the throne, nigga (Yeah)
When you gettin' rich and your homies not, can't trust your own niggas
But don't get too high and push 'em away 'cause then you alone, nigga (Yeah)
The boss nigga keep his balance (Yeah)
This Frederico Soprano, mafioso be my status, gangster Gibbs

[Outro]
Guess who's back, motherf**ker?
The prince of darkness
But in South Central, they just call me Andre
But look, you know
I can't always talk like that, I be tryin' to make it sound big
And, like, hella menacing 'cause I know niggas be scared
But it's your boy, man, it's the devil, man, look here
Gibbs, what's up, man?
Like, you really been strayin' from the program, my guy

I got you, my nigga
I got you, my nigga
I got you, my nigga