Supreme Lyrics

Uh

Aye

They tried to count me out, ended up counting some more

Look how I score

Dropped to the floor when I show what's in store

Why when I rap, it's a gun store galore?

I come from where the rich and the poor go to war

Go hard-core, it's all yours

They want to trip, we explore on a tour

Them boys lying, as soon as they roar

Leave them in gore, leaving them snore

Huh, get up and getting it

World be spinning, I'm getting these Benjamins

In a predicament, guilty or innocent

Stack of these dividends until it get infinite

Moving legitimate, mentally militant

Even when bigger than, still equivalent

Tell all my failures, I ain't feeling it

Take my shot I'm literally killing it

I just told my pain go to heal with it, I mean to hell with it, know what I mean?

Trapping myself, had to realize you bout to lose out on some sleep

You trying to live out your dreams

I seen them scheme to be kings and queens

They didn't even know that it was in our genes

No definition, live by any means

Thinking supreme, I'm forever extreme

Stand on business

Feel like Eminem, middle finger flipping them

Hot boy sizzling, drip be drizzling

Murder gang killing them, hitman billing them

Sick flow, ill-n and teaching and skilling and scary and thrilling

I'm burying millions

Born with adrenaline, ain't no refilling

It's already into him, ain't no instilling it

Okay uh, roll up me one let me get lit

Easing my mind trying to plot out to get rich, huh

If I gotta lend you that loaf, you gone pay back that loaf, plus a couple of biscuits uh

Slick talk, Talking that interest

Thinking it's sweet it gets sour like citrus uh

And I walk like I talk with some strong ass legs, because I be on my fitness uh

Flow macadamia, bust out your cranium, no one insane as him

Hot boy flaming em, no derange as him

I tell the feds good luck with obtaining him

Nothing gone stop me seeing that stadium

Trying to hold me back, no restraining him

I got cahoots with the aliens, tell these rappers I ain't saving them

They tried to count me out, ended up counting some more

Look how I score

Dropped to the floor when I show what's in store

Why when I rap, it's a gun store galore?

I come from where the rich and the poor go to war

Go hard-core, it's all yours

They want to trip, we explore on a tour

Them boys lying, as soon as they roar

Leave them in Gore, leaving them snore

Huh, get up and getting it

World be spinning, I'm getting these Benjamins

In a predicament, guilty or innocent

Stack of these dividends until it get infinite

Moving legitimate, mentally militant

Even when bigger than, still equivalent

Tell all my failures, I ain't feeling it

Take my shot I'm literally killing it

Uh huh

Wanna count me out

Lames

Extreme