Supply & Demand - Curren$y

Yeah, know I’m impatient, have to go right in

(blows smoke)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Four walls just starin' at a nigga

Plottin' out a mission while I’m smokin' on this killa

Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window

I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals

I’m down, all ten toes

Eastside, my zip code

See, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold

Zip up your North Face

My Daytons is cross-laced

Seventy-two spokes, O-G shit, that’s all I know

From the car I drove, right to the joints I smoke and that’s fo' sho'

Hopped out in country-club attire, rockin' all my gold

Like I might drink an Arnold Palmer and golf eighteen holes

Pick up a tennis racket, my bitch got the bracelet to match it

See, we forever mashin' when the cash is involved

We grab it and stash it, let it stack up in them vaults

Built a safe;

but you see that safe ain’t really safe at all, cause

Niggas is dogs;

they’ll break in your house and steal the walls

Dig up your floors;

really do it to you raw

It’s only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off

Say it’s only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off

Four walls just starin' at a nigga

Plottin' on a mission while I’m smokin' on this killa

Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window

I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals

Eastside my zip code, been down on ten toes

In it, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold

I could take ten, make twenty more

Gas out my lowrider in front the store

I’m throwin' it up out the sun-roof

Yeah, I keep the E in it to let 'em know

We up in the studio cookin' dope

Two bricks, we got six more to go

Eight-piece, you can get your pack and go

Cause the fiends ain’t waitin' for it no more

They gettin' impatient, baby

And they say they can’t take the pain

I just dropped a batch last month

They want me to come back again

See, it’s called supply and demand

Underground, I am the man

Mainstream, they not like me

But I catch big stunts on them

Aw, man

Four walls just starin' at a nigga

Plottin' out the mission while I’m smokin' on this killa

Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window

Know I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals