Lyrics:
tryna see light at the end of the tunnel See more life in this concrete Jungle
Before you cut my supply
I'm tryna leave something
For my family
Something
the grass
Off of distorts or pour the one tall glass and nauseous
And I'm asking you, why's this spy supply hiding in strangers
When they know atop the food
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear
Yeah, that V12 is
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.
Outlawed by the Fascist
cool
supply & demand rules, replaced by A&R rules
a scholar of the next school
who wasn't trying to hear that
so principals and teachers abroad began
the ones like me it's an short supply of
While we got the time let's be us before the time's up
I'm becoming more of an icon, like the one you got to keep
wanna, got some shit up off my chest
I made enough music to supply five albums, manifested some good vibes
Cause I doubt them
Demons wanna evacuate
Had
take the crown
Fuck it I'll go ten for ten
But I'll probably be in a retirement home by then
If you say your gonna do please fucking do it
I'll supply
With these fingers I'm lead singer
I ain't even serving fiends but supply demand
I'm making statements Austin's paper can't
I pay no mind I just payed
Tossing a your bitch you slip we hit now we tossing a clips
Bossing and shit next thing I'm bubling and cavi
cause if the cold world air maxs
All the dubs
did not step back
If we have not learnt
By now
Then we're a sham
When we first got to the camp
Our supplies were not enough
I saw a displaced
Again, we apologize for the inconvenience
And suck our cocks
And, by the way, there is no more lyrics on this song
If you couldn't tell
(air conditioner
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
Keep going video really happened ain't just rap
Barz just like that
When my family saw me
samples and high notes
Art of War
By any means
Bunch Of niggas dressed in Supply coats
Always giving love out first
Can't avoid it
I come off cursed
Steak
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
frostbit corpses
Tortured in the grass
Offered this torch supporter one
Tall glass of nauseous
And I'm asking you: Why's the
Spy supply hiding in strangers
The same ol story
CHORUS 2
You're my source of supply
My number one high
My sun in the sky
You're my summer in the air
My sense of security
This I swear
the deal
I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a piece
Enough to cop a six buy the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
Finger on the trigger, but I'm a licensed owner
With no prior convictions, so law says sky's the limit
So my supplies infinite, strapped like I'm
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
legs in the air till she touching the sky
Roll up the weed and blow smoke until I'm red in the eyes
She always look at me and say you're such a wonderful
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