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Supply & Demand

 

Supply & Demand

(album: The Legend Of Harvard Blue - 2016)


Yeah, know I'm impatient, have to go right in
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Four walls just staring at a nigga
Plotting out a mission while I'm smoking on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals

I'm down, all ten toes
Eastside, my zip code
See, you just getting here, realizing I been cold
Zip up your North Face
My Daytons is cross-laced
Seventy-two spokes, OG shit, that's all I know
From the car I drove, right to the joints I smoke and that's fo' sho'
Hopped out in country-club attire, rocking all my gold
Like I might drink an Arnold Palmer and golf eighteen holes
Pick up a tennis racket, my bitch got the bracelet to match it
See, we forever mashing when the cash is involved
We grab it and stash it, let it stack up in them vaults
Built a safe; but you see that safe ain't really safe at all, 'cause
Niggas is dogs; they'll break in your house and steal the walls
Dig up your floors, really do it to you raw
It's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off, yeah
Say it's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off

Four walls just staring at a nigga
Plotting on a mission while I'm smoking on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals

Eastside my zip code, been down on ten toes
In it, you just getting here, realizing I been cold

I could take ten, make twenty more
Gas out my lowrider in front the store
I'm throwing it up out the sun-roof
Yeah, I keep the E in it to let 'em know
We up in the studio cooking dope
Two bricks, we got six more to go
Eight-piece, you can get your pack and go
'Cause the fiends ain't waiting for it no more
They getting impatient, baby
And they say they can't take the pain
I just dropped a batch last month
They want me to come back again
See, it's called supply and demand
Underground, I am the man
Mainstream, they not like me
But I catch big stunts on them
Aw, man

Four walls just staring at a nigga
Plotting out the mission while I'm smoking on this killa
Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
Know I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals

Yeah, Eastside my zip code
Zip your North Face lil nigga, I been cold
OG Daytons, seventy-two spokes
Triple gold on that glass house bitch what it's sitting for
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Nigga we smoking weed in it
Laughing in our pictures
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Nigga we smoking weed in it
Laughing in our pictures, yeah
Laughing in our pictures 'cause niggas really getting it
Wouldn't rap about it if niggas wasn't living it
If you need to see it then you can come and visit
Yeah, Jet Life

[Truck Turner sample:]
Well, what do you expect?
He's a candy-ass pimp, not a sheriff
I'm gonna say goodbye to you, because there's many of you here that I will not see again

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