Songtexte Status Symbol (feat. Buddy) - Nipsey Hussle

Yeah, me, I'm gettin' back rubs from these leather seats (Yeah)
Negotiated equity, positions you'll never be (Nigga)
Rap sheet full of felonies (Yeah)
Status symbol on my set of keys, they say I was sellin' dreams
Back to the brick wall, I'm inhalin' trees
Visualizin' hella cheese, you can smell the weed
Doubt, pessimism ain't affectin' me
Fuel to the fire, took it higher than they ever seen
Frequent flight seat, like seven seas
Shoppin' spree, spend about eleven G's
Eyes bloodshot, I don't ever sleep
My niggas act on instinct, we don't ever think
When confronted with a problem, we don't ever flee
We connected at the bottom like the letter V
So accustomed to the pop, we don't even blink
When them shots go off, get the Glock, show off
Yellow tape a nigga, he grew up to hate a nigga
Nothin' major, nigga, just a demonstration, nigga
Within the matrix, nigga, I drew illustrations with him
Words, that is, for sure, that is
Look, that nigga got his off the curb, that is
So how the fuck is niggas so concerned with his?
I be baffled by the fact when niggas burn they bridge
And try to double back, like, "What the fuck is that?"
Like, "The fuck was this rap? Like, way too bad"

We ain't gotta worry no more, we'll be just fine
And we ain't finna wait no more, so don't waste my time
Remember when we had no way, no way
But we'll be okay for now
We'll be okay for now, and here on out

Now you up, huh? Make it hard to trust, huh?
Got you fucked up, sayin' it was luck, huh?
Pullin' up, huh? Limo tinted trucks, huh?
Open trust, huh? Then you fill 'em up, huh?
Every time a nigga drop, it's real as fuck, huh?
Every time you hit the road, you fill 'em up, huh?
Whole city know that you became the one, huh?
They seen it from the jump, huh? The pressure weigh a ton, huh?
Especially where you come from
Every night, brra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Heavy price, but it's just the cloth you cut from
It's alright, it's just life if you want one
Learn to hold yourself down with a big gun
All these niggas playin' tough, you gon' chip one
For these dollars, a decade, you'll risk one
Fuck it though, 'cause when you flat broke, you ain't nothin', bro
Seen a gang of rich niggas get comfortable
Then lookin' at they watch like, "Where the fuck it go?"
Through my eyes, I learned lessons like time is of the essence
And my grind got obsessive
Then my mind got restless
Put myself in the game, but batteries sold separate
Question, since when do real niggas come second?
So I kicked the door down, gettin' more now
Need at least like thirty for the show now
Woah now, realest out of SoCal
Baby wanna fuck, I'm like, "Mm, slow down"
I'm eatin' cheese eggs in my hotel
"HU$$LE" sold out, nigga, retail and wholesale
Me ballin' hurt your feelings? Oh well
All money in, I pull coattails

We ain't gotta worry no more, we'll be just fine
And we ain't finna wait no more, so don't waste my time
Remember when we had no way, no way
But we'll be okay for now
We'll be okay for now, and here on out