Stadium Status (feat. Jupiter's Sick)

I keep telling **** that

This ain’t no little league ball, y’know?

Big boy shit, ya feel me, like

Y’know, We really putting numbers up this time round feel me like

I don’t wanna hide this time

Gotta catch up dare me

She hung up and said get therapy

Fuck that hoe

I need all my GUAPANESE

when she drop it to the floor I turn to Hercules

Bored in the car

I’m like, “ay bruh! Man this shit sound all the same”

Fuck the T ball, leave the playground

Bitch we bout to run the game

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Keep your hands to the sky

Keep your hands

Keep your hands to the sky

Keep your hands

Walking in like hoopers

On the edge like crew cuts

Spend it till it’s 2 bucks

Never gave one, two fucks

Gamble with the lifestyle

We ain’t bringing no white towels

G wagon with the lights out

South central tell em pipe down

Take the poker chips and leave

Let me fall back

No more pressing for me

Fuck a thumbtack

Out of options wish it wasn’t so bad

Kick the speaker

Turn to preacher

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Oh yes that is

Status, status

Status, status