CULT STATUS Lyrics by JPEGMAFIA is a brand-new English song in the voice of popular artist JPEGMAFIA, featured in the album “I LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU (DIRECTORS CUT)”. This song centers around themes of dominance, success, and street credibility, blending braggadocious wordplay with vivid imagery. The artist discusses their rise to “cult status” and addresses rivals, wealth, and loyalty to their crew. The lyrics emphasize power dynamics, from handling beef with “American choppas” to mocking critics and competitors. The verses highlight self-assured confidence, calling out fake personas and asserting influence in both music and lifestyle. The outro touches on adaptability and resilience, with references to a high-stakes, rule-breaking mentality.
Genre: Rap
Country: USA
CULT STATUS Lyrics
[Intro]
One, two
One, two
Uh, One, two
Cult, cult, cult, cult, cult, cult, cult, cult, cult
[Chorus]
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
B!tch n!ggas be thinkin’ they jokes be hittin’, they be straining
Can’t be seen with you “word” n!ggas, 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
[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 barbеrshop in years, where Cubе at?
And if I gotta push you to the edge, you gettin’ 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 f*ck is n!ggas 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 b!tches, ’cause b!tches, they come in intervals
[Chorus]
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
B!tch n!ggas be thinkin’ they jokes be hittin’, they be straining
Can’t be seen with you “word” n!ggas, 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
[Verse 2]
Since Pitchfork fell off, you yuppies been goin’ through it
Gossipin’ like some b!tches 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’ 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 f*ck about no time difference
Potato on the barrel, make em eat the hash wit it
Runnin’ the day, the Rockefeller, but I dash with it
Pray to the Mafia, we tax different, for real
CULT STATUS (MV)
Audio Credits
Artist : JPEGMAFIA
Album : I LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU (DIRECTORS CUT)
Lyricist : JPEGMAFIA
Music : JPEGMAFIA