Lyrics:
Gotta find a way out but I been out the maze
Fuck a book I know my plays
She with the Aesthetics I told her let's make a DVD tape
Down bad I had to get
the whole city popping
Air Force One we mobbing
Met a bitch the other day
Say she go both ways (Me too)
Heard them niggas think I'm crazy
Told that nigga
yellow bellies
All give way to a never ending white
You are the heroin king of the piazza
You are the heroin king of the harbour
You are the heroin king
Wind at my back
But the air is so cold
I get all this love
But my heart stay broke
I'm surrounded by these people
And so alone
The air is so cold
So
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
goons with me
Who carry extendys
They air'n shit bout me until they all go empty
And I fucks with my plug for the love he just sent me
My nigga we on it
the walls
It's the chain, and we can't refrain
“You're out of your mind” just like Dane…. Bowers
Were open all hours
Like a superhuman with superhuman powers
all in
Get her to the room and she like to be a teaser
Wanna take you out the country buy yo ass a visa
She ain't from the gram you prolly wonder how I
a dream come true
Now Imma supply you with all the things you need
Give you the love you only got in your dreams
Fancy cars and a fancy ring
But with you it
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
but I just supply it now
y'all used to talk, but you're all quiet now
You know what it is that really makes it scrape it
Have a lot of cars,
money baby, they shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies and burn em with thirty-three-eighties
Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
I got
the time they wanna fight its a minor things
I could never be defined by designer things
Dont mean i aint working to supply em things
On me beef and drama
Bitch I'm outside
Just get in the ride
Hop in let's die
You in the passenger you by my side
Spark it and blow it I supply the high
Do what I do yeah
than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch
ain't never seen a girl like you
Love in your eyes, thick thighs all the supplies
Always gotta keep my eyes on the prize
Cause you full of surprises, you
stealer
Death dealer
None realer
DVD:
Resurfaced
Kill the king
And all his servants
It's the
Young serpent
Out the bible
And these sermons
I could
With you screaming
We out here so what they do
Cause baby I'm so in love with ya
Everywhere I go I got your picture
Baby I miss ya
I just want
the air (For all of y'all)
And let me know you're out there
I send this out to the homies in the hood
That stood by my side, to help a brother do
Yeah take pics
Don't blame
I won't lie
I'm vain
It's all love
No pain
All gas
No brake
Don't give
Don't take
I learn from
Mistake
Got more tracks
To make
ina streets cos i come and Supply
handing out blessings send that Boy to the sky
I stay with my crooks cos the love is So different
Niggas talk
perfume
On my bed
These memories keep playing in my head
And I just can't believe
That our love is dead
And now I'm sitting all alone
Vodka in my cup
I'm
Tennessee
I mean driving north flight
I turn on all the white
And I fucked your girl for three packs of head and a slice
The air thin out here
Still I win out
big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my
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