Supply Lyrics

Put my foot to your brain

Secure my pain

Paint some colour in the plain

Mindless thoughts like I'm scorching a flame

Eat pussy wet like i eat in the rain

Narc won't change

But he will change place

Move forward spittin for the grind all day

Never tell me shit about being through more than I have

Flew through time

Lookin for a time when they want my autograph

Float through space now I orbit a gas

All that mass

So much weight on my chest from all of that cash

Pockets will grow so fat

Love handle fat

But not too fat coz you gotta he quick in the slums

We ain't have guns

But we got some shanks in our trunks

I was never able to deal with fakers

Had to chase after paper

To make up for the favours

Came back as a saviour

Or an angel

With my wings and my halo

I can preach for the poor

Narc ain't cooked anymore

Got my shit together imma kick for the score

Careful that kick might hit make your sore

I'm so sick of this life

Work day

Work night

Crawl back home but I'm barely alive

See money in site

Got a money mind and it ain't a visor

It's real how I supply ya

I need fuel to power my motive

Hate pain but I need it to be explosive

Be erosive like throwing a Molotov in to the house of a poser

Hip fire shit i reload

Still stroll through the night

through the cold

Buried my mind a long time ago my heart still frozen

Focused on evolving

My veins run deep

So deep from my head to my feet

Self love Pays off

Mistook change for being fatal

Than I manifest my way to the top of

This word I'm bout to jump off

Oh

You won't see my down with Poe Poe

44 bout to make it blow blow

Keep it on the Down low

Step around my parts and it's Cut throat

Cut throat

I can never drag with a pussy if he shit on my name

I'm the only real MOTHERFUCKER in the game

I don't even want fame just pay

I won't even fuck with a filla if he's upstate

Upstate

I was never able to deal with fakers

Had to chase after paper

To make up for the favours

Came back as a saviour

Or an angel

With my wings and my halo

I can preach for the poor

Narc ain't cooked anymore

Got my shit together imma kick for the score

Careful that kick might hit make your sore

I'm so sick of this life

Work day

Work night

Crawl back home but I'm barely alive

See money in site

Got a money mind and it ain't a visor

It's real how I supply ya