Supply & Demand

[Chorus]
My homie died with the 9 in his hand
Movin’ contraband, it’s supply and demand
Mafia ties, we supplyin’ the fam
Got killers inside the van that’ll die for these grands

[Verse 1]
MAC on the dresser, back for the cheddar
I’m better than ever, clap at whoever
My life like the end of a crazy movie
I show ‘em love and they betray me, that’s the way they do me
Now I gotta move around with that baby uzi
Can’t let these lames spray or shoot me Gotta make the lucci
Last year my homie died from a overdose
Gave me the Holy Ghost, now I’ve been on a sober note
Smokin’ Cohibas out in the Poconos
With bad divas, blowin’ Mona Lisa ‘til I’m comatose
Yeah, I celebrate just to set ‘em straight
Won’t hesitate ‘til I’m at the steps of Heaven’s gates
No matter how much pressure, I never break
I’m outta state, coppin’ work at a better rate
A couple hunnid thou in my carry on
Back on my shit, word to Nip, I’m on my marathon

[Chorus]
My homie died with the 9 in his hand
Movin’ contraband, it’s supply and demand
Mafia ties, we supplyin’ the fam
Got killers inside the van that’ll die for these grands

[Verse 2]
Applyin’ this pressure, 9 on the dresser
Illegal endeavors, extreme measures
Getaway drivers and methamphetamine
Triple beam dreams like my Gs out in Medellín
Smokin’ Supernova with the crazy odor
On the Motorola, me and Ray Liotta
My flow dope, mix it with baking soda
Couple hunnid in a month, I’m tryna make the quota
And send the homies locked up a care package
Tryna stuff a hunnid racks inside a Moncler jacket (Feel me?)
I was pushin’ Cooks when they wanted Diesel
Gettin’ money off this weed before this shit was legal
I buried so many homies in cemeteries
And the vision so vivid, feel like a visionary
My plot for the riches was so elaborate
I don’t trust a soul, I watch every gram when they baggin’ it, feel me?

[Chorus]
My homie died with the 9 in his hand
Movin’ contraband, it’s supply and demand
Mafia ties, we supplyin’ the fam
Got killers inside the van that’ll die for these grands