Supreme

[Intro]
I was smokin' through the seeds, now my blunt loud
Told 'em I don't want no earrings they wasn't bust down
Lil T can send it overseas and make it touchdown
Finesse the plug for the bud so tell 'em bring the pounds
I'm high maintenance, I'm pacin', I'm sack chasin'
I'm famous, my name ringin', I'm buzzin', my chain swingin'
She wanna be in a relation, drink the [?], no [?]
Gang play ball for sure, protocol, ain't no just hangin'

[Chorus]
Best believe, bitch, we in a different league
Baby watchin' how I bleed, say I look good inside Supreme
30 pokin' out the jeans but it look good inside these jeans
Police hatin' on the team, tryna knock us off our feet
HC, free my brother Fat Beezy
County jail treatments, get your fades before you sleep
Think that sucka shit they doin' ain't gone make it to the streets
I pray my brothers get released

[Verse]
I said we do this shit for real
Watch me run up these commas, a hundred mil
And I promise I won't stop 'til my momma nem in the hills
We was posted in apartments 'til [?]
If I spark it and park a nigga in traffic they hold the wheel
Bust down pendants and well known niggas in the trenches
He ain't been around for long, he probably don't know what fence to hit
South Central Crims, they rap about it, we livin' it
I ain't slidin' fishbowl, I ain't gettin' in if it ain't tinted
Contaminate the Sprite, pour a four in it
I tried to let my glizzy hit the weed, but it's a shame, she only smoke niggas
Pull up Lamb truck with a stash spot and a loaf in it
Nina got some ism, she be quick to knock a hoe nigga
I'm bona fide on defense, they tryna slither, they postin' pictures
Judge said I'm a menace, it's one more again and they up the sentence
I don't do this for the fame, I told you this is for better livin'
You can't say it don't hit different when a Hoova nigga did it

[Chorus]
Best believe, bitch, we in a different league
Baby watchin' how I bleed, say I look good inside Supreme
30 pokin' out the jeans but it look good inside these jeans
Police hatin' on the team, tryna knock us off our feet
HC, free my brother Fat Beezy
County jail treatments, get your fades before you sleep
Think that sucka shit they doin' ain't gone make it to the streets
I pray my brothers get released