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[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. CULT STATUS lyrics – JPEGMAFIA : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com