Текст Dounia – Status

I only get better
I only make moves
And I’mma dip out but I never quite lose
If we head south, never down with the blues, I’m too bright for that hue

My only vendetta is vetted in vain, my only restraints — embedded ingrained
Told me I couldn’t, it stood in my brain
It stained
Only look that I’m serving is bursting disdain
What do they call it?… Resting bitch face?
I got some rich taste with no funds to match
But they’ll catch up and stack up at that
And they’ll overflow ’cause my flow ain’t half bad, take it back- fantastic
Humility seems seem tragic on a tracklist
Let me bump this ego for the masses

I don’t need status, status
Still move like I have it, have it
Still feel real lavish, lavish
I don’t need status, status
Still move like I have it, have it
Still feel real lavish, lavish

I’m a flex in itself, wearing cheap jeans and ripped tees but still steez like chanel, still read like gold ink, I got dreams of gold sinks and mama w diamonds as cold as an ice rink
I’m a text that you won’t get, a bid that you ain’t met, an if that you ain’t fed and won’t feed
I got some doubts in my basement locked up complaining and now I’m making success my safe haven

I don’t need status, status
Still move like I have it, have it
Still feel real lavish, lavish
I don’t need status, status
Still move like I have it, have it
Still feel real lavish, lavish

I’d rather be yearning than hurting

I don’t got space for the shifty, or the so-sos or the bougie sitting solo, ’cause they too good for a fucking convo, little do they know…