Stat Quo - OutKast Lyrics
(Verse)***** being humble, I used to work at MacDonald’sFrying chicken at churches, serving my niggas combosI had breakfast with Bono, private flights in Toronto5 star suites in Milan, just the life of a donBreaking Bad like Walter, yea now it’s stressin like JesseIRS on my ass, Uncle Sam tryin to get meOh Lawd, oh Lawd oh Lawd I need liberationSmoking on chunky fine day and night, it feel like I’m bassinYou see you made that pressure eat you aliveFor the sake of my son and mama I had to surviveEither rappin’ or trappin’Had no time for relaxin’This my mu*****in passionI’m so sorry Mrs. JacksonThat I ain’tGet a 9-5 after graduatin’ with my bachelorsI was born to make it happenThis in my genes, ***** slackinAin’t no thing but chicken wings, see I stay trueWhen you deep in the grind this how the real wasn’t through(Pre-Hook)I’m in my old school Cadillac with the Compton spokesI’m a AT alien, real nigga broke(Hook x3)Yea I’m a OutKast (OutKast)OutKast (OutKast)OutKastYea yea yea yea(Verse)Smoking on, they on you, in southern CaliforniaZontre til the death of me, this money is my destinySo fresh, so cleanFresh out of Beverly… HillsBorn in the bank, yea I remain a GMIA with my Haitians and why she smoking Jamaica?Florida with them Mexicans, my white boys clean up that paperYea I suffered some losses, congreagated with bossesStrippers trickin and flossinHave a bank account in the coffinFriends left me stranded, family took me for grantedGot stabbed in my back like Caesar, I ain’t panickedHold on, get strong my niggaI was born for the pro my niggaEven when I’m gone my niggaMy mind on home my niggaGet up, get outAin’t no bread on the couchBullshit ain’t allowed, I gotta rep for the southDevil putting holes in my boatYou chose to sink or floatI survive just to shine, all you lame niggas hope(Pre-Hook)I’m in my old school Cadillac with the Compton spokesI’m a AT alien, real nigga broke(Hook x3)Yea I’m a OutKast (OutKast)OutKast (OutKast)OutKastYea yea yea yea(Verse)Speak about screamin, bumpin up belowOn a 1 to 5, hit one or tee, they remind of the lowI got gasoline dreams, red velvet ambitionsLove them jazzy bells, ***** dunk yo assThis is bouncing and it’s switchingRoll and climb the nerve, flim flam, yelli hoody whoMy elevator’s going up now cuz yo boy’s sucka proofSee these haters gon hateCuz that’s what haters doI’m celebratin now, I made this thing a truth(Pre-Hook)I’m in my old school Cadillac with the Compton spokesI’m a AT alien, real nigga broke(Hook)Yea I’m a OutKast (OutKast)OutKast (OutKast)OutKastYea yea yea yeaYea I’m a OutKastYea yea OutKastYea yea OutKastYea yea yea yeaYea I’m a OutKast (OutKast)OutKast (OutKast)OutKastYea yea yea yeaYea I’m a OutKast (OutKast)OutKast (OutKast)OutKastYea!
