Stat Quo - Outkast lyrics
rate meFuck being humble, I used to work at MacDonald’s
Frying chicken at churches, serving my niggas combos
I had breakfast with Bono, private flights in Toronto,
Five star suites in Milan, just the life of a don
Breaking Bad like Walter, yeah, now it’s stressing like Jesse
IRS on my ass, Uncle Sam trying to get me
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, I need liberation!
Smoking on chunky fine day, at night it feel like I’m bacon.
You see, you may day, pressure eat you alive
For the sake of my son and mama I had to survive!
Either rapping’ or trapping
Had no time for relaxing
This my mufucking passion
I’m so sorry Miss Jackson! That I ain’t!
Get a 9-5 after graduating with my bachelors
I was born to make it happen
This in my genes, fuck slacking!
Ain’t no thang, but chicken wings, see I stay true!
When you deep in the grind
This how the real wasn’t through!
In my old school Caddy
With the East Point spokes
I’m an AT alien, real nigga broke!
Hook: (x2)
Yeah I’m an Outkast (Outkast)
Outkast (Outkast)
Outkast, yeah, yeah, yeah!
I’m smoking on ... in southern California
... till the death of me, this money is my destiny! (Come on!)
So fresh, so clean, fresh out of Beverly Hills
Born in the bank, yeah, I remain a G!
MIA with my Haitians and why she smoking Jamaica?
Florida with them Mexicans,
My white boys clean up that paper.
Yeah I suffered some losses,
Congregated with bosses
Strippers tricking and flossing
Have a bank account in the coffin!
Friends left me stranded,
Family took me for granted
Got stabbed in my back like Caesar,
I ain’t panicked
Hold on, get strong, my nigga!
I was born for the pro, my nigga!
Even when I’m gone, my nigga!
My mind on home, my nigga!
Get up, get out, ain’t no bread on the couch
Bullshit ain’t allowed, I gotta rep for the South!
Devil putting holes in my boat
You chose to sink or float
I survive just to shine, all you lame niggas hope!
In my old school Caddy
With the East Point spokes
I’m an AT alien, real nigga broke!
Hook: (x3)
Yeah I’m an Outkast (Outkast)
Outkast (Outkast)
Outkast, yeah, yeah, yeah!
I’mma speak about screaming, bump-bumping up below
On a 1 to 5, hit one or ten, they remind of the low
I got gasoline dreams, red velvet ambitions
Love them jazzy bells, bitch, dunk your ass
This is bouncing and it’s switching
Roll and climb the nerve, flim-flam, yelling who to who?
My elevator’s going up now cause yo boy’s suck a proof
See these haters gonna hate, cause that’s what haters do
I’m celebrating now, I made this thing a truth
In my old school Cadillac
With the East Point spokes
I’m an AT alien, real nigga broke!
Hook: (x3)
Yeah I’m an Outkast (Outkast)
Outkast (Outkast)
Outkast, yeah, yeah, yeah!
