Chords for Status Symbol (feat. Buddy) - Nipsey Hussle (Mailbox Money)

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_ _ _ _ _ Yeah, me I'm getting back rubs from these leather seats
Negotiating equity positions [Db] you'll never be
Rap sheet full of felonies Status symbol on my set of keys
They say I [Bbm] was selling trees Back to the brick wall [G] I'm inhaling treats
[C] Visualizing hella cheese, you [F] can smell the weed
Niggas dope, pessimism ain't affecting me Fuel to the fire, ticket higher than they
ever sit Frequent flights, seat like seven six
Shopping sprees, spend the [Db] money, leather jeans
Eyes bloodshot, I don't ever sleep My niggas act on instinct, we don't ever think
We're confronted with a problem, [G] we don't ever flee
We [C] connected at the bottom [F] like the letter V
So accustomed to the pop, we don't even blink
When them shots go off, get the clock show off
Yellow tape a nigga, he grew up to hate a nigga
Nothing major nigga, just a demonstration nigga
Within the [Db] matrix nigga, I drew illustrations with him
Words that [G] is, for sure that is [Bbm] Look, that nigga got his off the curb
Got his, so how the fuck is niggas [F] so concerned with his?
I be baffled by the fact when niggas bark they bridge
And try to double back like, what the fuck is he got like?
Nigga, what this rap like?
Way too bad
We'll be just fine [Db] And we ain't finna wait no more
So don't waste my time [Bbm] Remember when we had no way, no way
[C] But we'll be [Cm] okay for now [F] We'll be okay for now
And here on out
Now you up, huh?
Make it hard to trust, huh?
Got you fucked up, saying it [D] was luck, huh?
Bulling up, [Db] huh?
Limo tip the trucks, huh?
Open trust, huh?
Then you [Bbm] fillin' up, huh?
Every time a nigga drop, it's real as fuck, huh?
[C] Every time you hit the road, you [F] fillin' up, huh?
Whole city know that you became the one, huh?
They seen it from the jump, huh?
The pressure went down, huh?
Especially where you come from
Every night, brr-brr-brr [Bbm]-brr-brr-brr
Heavy price, but it's just the golf you come from
It's alright, it's just life if you want one
Learn to hold yourself down with [G] a big gun
All these niggas [F] playin' tough, you gon' chip one
For these dollars a decade, you a rich one
Fuck it though, cause when you flat broke, you ain't nothin' broke
Seen a gang of [Ab] rich niggas get comfortable
They ain't lookin' at they watch like, where [Db] the fuck it go?
Through my eyes, I learned lessons like Thomas of the Essence
And my grind got [Bbm] obsessive
Then my mind got restless, put myself in [Cm] the game
But batteries so severed
Since _ _ when do real niggas come [F] second?
So I kick the door down, gettin' more now
Nigga need [Cm] at least like, thirty for the show now
Whoa now, realest out [Db] of SoCal
Baby wanna fuck, I'm like, mmm, [Bbm] slow down
[G] I'm eatin' cheese eggs in my hotel
Hustle sold out, [F] nigga, retail at wholesale
Me ballin', hurt your feelings?
Oh well, all money and I pour a cocktail, nigga
We ain't gotta worry no more, we'll be just fine
And [G] we ain't finna wait no more, [Db] so don't waste my time
[Bbm] Remember when we had no way, no [G] way
[C] But we'll be [Cm] okay for now, [F] we'll be okay for now
And here I now
_ _ [Cm] Hey, [N] Nip What up?
Let me get a flick with you
Come on, lil' bro
That's your camera?
Yep, here it go right here _
_ Ah, damn, you go
_ Hey, Nip
Let me spit somethin' for you real quick
Oh, you rap, nigga?
Yeah, you know I get down
Let me hear somethin', bro, go ahead
Look, I was stuck in these streets tryna make it out
I seen most my homies change, man, they fakin' out
And my brother really gone, straight takin' out
Soar deaf in space, I like finna let it really play about
Carti finna make it, oh yeah, niggas, that's without a doubt
Hold on, interfere, cause all they wanna do is run they mouth
I been out here, really, tryna chase the paper out
Fuck with me, I'll knock you out
Talkin' mani-paki, I'll really do this music
So that I can see my mama smile
I'm tryna go major, but I know that it's gon' take a while
I don't even know if I'ma live to even see a child
Cause niggas in the streets with a gun and they be goin' wild
Carti super hot, all you other niggas stuck on mouth
And it's all these smashin', man, this jug got 4,000 miles
I ain't never stoppin' till my money stacked up in a pile
And T-Haters watchin' me, I hope the trunk can see me now
Every day I wake up, I just think I'll for another day
Damn, I really can't believe they killed my fuckin' nigga Tay
I remember goin' to school, chillin' up, smokin' Apes
And now my nigga gone, and his body gon' be on display
This gangbangin' serious, shit got me curious
Losin' homies to bullshit, this shit got me furious
My brother gone too, he ain't never comin' back
How you think that make me feel, nigga?
All I do is rap
Anytime I spend money, all I do is make it back
Anytime I'm in these streets, all I do is watch my back
Cause niggas will wet you up, chicks will set you up
You think your day one's with you, but niggas be switchin' up
I seen it all, I seen homies go before my eyes
Some homies are makin' some don't come out alive
My mom prayin' and she hopin' that her youngest survive
Cause she know that I'm gettin' high, feel steady rollin' by
Oh, no [Eb] father in my life, big brother in the sky
Every night I'm in my room and I sit and ask why
Bitches choosin' on a nigga, so you know I still reply
And they speakin' on my name, so I know I'm that guy
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