CULT STATUS Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full CULT STATUS lyrics by JPEGMAFIA along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy JPEGMAFIA's music, you can also explore COKE OR DOPE? and Boy You Should Know!, two other songs by JPEGMAFIA.

[Intro]
One, two
One, two
Uh, One, two
Cult, cult, cult, cult, cult, cult, cult, cult, cult

[Chorus]
This is cult status
You dealing with known addicts
America made choppas
You beefing, we split ya cabbage
Standing next to the stars
It's funny, 'cause you a asterisk
You break up with ya ho, we gon' pin that b!tch to the mattress
B!tch n!ggas be thinking they jokes be hitting, they be straining
Can't be seen with you "word" n!ggas, y'all need training
Born into money, got more money, then start complaining
Shoulda kept it online than end up and comment on my page

[Verse 1]
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 getting lined up with a new tag
They send shots and act surprised when they get grazed
Go to the internet, best believe me, you get glazed
I seen ya splits, b!tch, your talk don't pay
Unless you was good enough to see 'Pac, you ain't a 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, n!ggas is bored
My percentage over the number like QWERTY keyboards
Now, how the fu*k is n!ggas talking '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 b!tches, 'cause b!tches, they come in intervals

[Chorus]
This is cult status
You dealing with known addicts
America made choppas
You beefing, we split ya cabbage
Standing next to the stars
It's funny, 'cause you a asterisk
You break up with ya ho, we gon' pin that b!tch to the mattress
B!tch n!ggas be thinking they jokes be hitting, they be straining
Can't be seen with you "word" n!ggas, y'all need training
Born into money, got more money, then start complaining
Shoulda kept it online than end up and comment on my page

[Verse 2]
Since Pitchfork fell off, you yuppies been going through it
Gossiping like some b!tches and playing catch up in music
Rapping like backpackers, those stutter bars is confusing
The crack be hitting like Whitney, I'm pistol-packing in Houston
She caught me jerking and 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
The way you El Presidente, we move the Bay a lot

[Outro]
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 fu*k about no time difference
Potato on the barrel, make em eat the hash wit it
Running the day, the Rockefeller, but I dash with it
Pray to the Mafia, we tax different, for real