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