| Yeah, know I’m impatient, have to go right in
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| (blows smoke)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Four walls just starin' at a nigga
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| Plottin' out a mission while I’m smokin' on this killa
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| Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
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| I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
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| I’m down, all ten toes
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| Eastside, my zip code
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| See, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold
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| Zip up your North Face
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| My Daytons is cross-laced
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| Seventy-two spokes, O-G shit, that’s all I know
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| From the car I drove, right to the joints I smoke and that’s fo' sho'
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| Hopped out in country-club attire, rockin' all my gold
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| Like I might drink an Arnold Palmer and golf eighteen holes
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| Pick up a tennis racket, my bitch got the bracelet to match it
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| See, we forever mashin' when the cash is involved
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| We grab it and stash it, let it stack up in them vaults
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| Built a safe; |
| but you see that safe ain’t really safe at all, cause
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| Niggas is dogs; |
| they’ll break in your house and steal the walls
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| Dig up your floors; |
| really do it to you raw
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| It’s only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off
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| Say it’s only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off
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| Four walls just starin' at a nigga
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| Plottin' on a mission while I’m smokin' on this killa
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| Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
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| I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals
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| Eastside my zip code, been down on ten toes
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| In it, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold
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| I could take ten, make twenty more
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| Gas out my lowrider in front the store
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| I’m throwin' it up out the sun-roof
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| Yeah, I keep the E in it to let 'em know
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| We up in the studio cookin' dope
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| Two bricks, we got six more to go
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| Eight-piece, you can get your pack and go
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| Cause the fiends ain’t waitin' for it no more
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| They gettin' impatient, baby
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| And they say they can’t take the pain
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| I just dropped a batch last month
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| They want me to come back again
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| See, it’s called supply and demand
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| Underground, I am the man
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| Mainstream, they not like me
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| But I catch big stunts on them
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| Aw, man
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| Four walls just starin' at a nigga
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| Plottin' out the mission while I’m smokin' on this killa
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| Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window
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| Know I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Supply & Demand , by - Curren$y. Song from the album The Legend of Harvard Blue, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп