Lirik Status (Solo OG Home Demo) (Explicit) (Solo OG Home Demo|Explicit)
Status - Godfather Don
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Intense experiments provide intricate answers
Why I attack weakness like hip cancer
I sip lancers to drink the pain away quicker
My game stay sicker than all you gay trickers
I spray niggas like paint and eight illin'
For the killin' I pack clips that spit in the millions
For fillin' ya needs like 1 900 numbas
Pretty when I talk shh*tty now did he wonda
Am I the true or livin' or clues are given
Crews are gettin' waxed like wood floors
And they be slippin is
Rippin' up my sight can whole up a mess then
No reasonin' for the treasonin all the stress
The bleedin' of the flesh is imperial for the
Serial killer illa than david koresh
Waitin' the best out I'm like nocturnal I get ya
Like a sweat I wetcha and left you like a specta
Just a chase of boss a n***a no lace
The coroner can't replace the holes in ya f**kin' face
Chasin' dreams like them kids from california
I'm the one ya I'm up on ya
I'm in the mood to make moves and gain status
So let's see all emcees that be the baddest
I'm in the mood to make cash without the rocks
So let's see all real gs who don't stop
I'm in the mood to make moves and gain status
So let's see all emcees that be the baddest
I'm in the mood to make cash without the rocks
So let's see all real gs who don't stop
Peace to my nigs upon bids I warn kids
Of my addiction to exterminate ya fiction
Beherets inherits slugs when the asharons
Bashed upon n fits the gods like the wrath of don
Ya nervous 'cause my word hits yer in the cata
Tonic my raps are pondered like percentas up inna
So winna follow the sinna smoke beginnas
The winna of ya discontent's where I meant to send ya
The insecure may late like kids and pop a dolla
I drop a lot like diuretics
To rock or not I embed it
Stop levin' no form the crimino
My lecious remove heads
For the love a jesus de christa
The mista cop that got torched spans the ages
In my third life I blaze a lame shame the sages
You don't know me I'm faceless so take this
And puff one time for ya mind and find traces
Of bodies battered and bruised so crews do
The brew bloodshed and conflict results
So when I'm in the mood
I'm in the mood to make moves and gain status
So let's see all emcees that be the baddest
I'm in the mood to make cash without the rocks
So let's see all real gs who don't stop
I'm in the mood to make moves and gain status
So let's see all emcees that be the baddest
I'm in the mood to make cash without the rocks
So let's see all real gs who don't stop
You got the mark of triple six so I hit you quick
My script'll rip any shh*t that ya nig'll flip
I like to split place and cut place and hurtin' no names
Plain and same loud for the glock like kurt cobain
A merge and so plane never show me
Beneath the remains I often see stains from games usin' propane
From puttin' fire unda rappas *sses
The masta passes all herbs and nerds I smash ya glasses
The influences from be you've been said from daddy
Buried from the flurries of hot lead that was embedded
In swine's noses f**k the days of wine and roses
Used to be my man but check the threat my nine poses
From miles and roses got suppose it's just the pressure
From hit squads gunnin' to get by runnin' ya sh*t's hard
And the jungle of concrete the don peeps
Sweet dreams and break the mike peace screen
That's my street scene
Mad depression got my dreads swarmin the concession spot
Ya dead on 'em now here's the warnin'
I'm in the mood to make moves and gain status
So let's see all emcees that be the baddest
I'm in the mood to make cash without the rocks
So let's see all real gs who don't stop
I'm in the mood to make moves and gain status
So let's see all emcees that be the baddest
I'm in the mood to make cash without the rocks
So let's see all real gs who don't stop
Yeah yeah
Party party
Over over
Yeah yeah
Party party
Over over