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full drunkards who wanna get away from the life
Over crowded hospitals, low supply, no medical attention
And yeah they get mentioned
They always show

show love
So my dick you ain't gotta ride it

Imma real king I strive to be
Cut you off if you lie to me
No thug nigga
No drug dealer
So humbly I supply

to the side for you
You, yea yea, yea

I'm the topic that you read up in the book baby
I don't follow all the rules by the book baby
Just a few, fuck the rest

and baseless imagery

Ya, of course I’m talking about the CCP
Wo shi,  danyo Mao, you can eat my fung-pi
Ugly rhymes, that’s what I got in supply
I’m pretty fly

than a pile at the laundromat, Swavey
I be stackin' books
So I'm a time-is-money author
Please don't hit my phone
Unless that thing a money offer
I be

to let my Pain hide by bark 
I promise my bite says it all
To All of my loved ones I love 
You too
Y'all give me something to lose 
That's a reason I do

thing
Mix a H with quanna
Take him 1-2 whole days
Molly grits supply the strip
By the triple private planes
Read a book and took a nap
Enjoy

agony and so much pain 
Bleeding out and making more than just crimson stains
Becoming lifeless my air supply is hard to reach
The source of my strength

I thought I'd found the inner peace
To sit and listen to you talk about 'the industry'
Without writing books in my head
An uninteresting villain

reason why
Open your hands to me
I'll give you all I can

Where have you gone?
I'm dreaming of you
Embraced by love
Once did I know
A glaze of a dream
We

many times
You've been hurt by another man
Let me show you I'm a different man
Imma do you how he couldn't yeah
They don't like it, I don't care
Girl I

no other
When I'm down and out she makes me recover
Always there for me like a lover
She never allows me to suffer
For my book she's the perfect cover

Now she try to pay in love but her heart declines
Somebody like you but you're hard to find
I ain't even get to know when I crossed the line
Ya

Jose by name to go get her back and love her just the same
What
What part of the game is that

What about the shame
What about the blame
You're going

Monitored Millions

Wiz Khalifa

Fly Times, Vol. 1: The Good Fly Young

2019

on a mission
They hooked, we supply the addiction
Only multiplyin' addition, no division
Drive the coldest edition, exotic bud twistin'
Got it out the mud

wasn't scared to die until the
Government cut my air supply

Clean me up (up) , wipe me down (down)
Clean me up (up) , wipe me down (down)
Clean me up (up)

of fresh air the woman's in command
Pussy sweet Supply and Demand

See females like we, we love to put it down (Put it down baby)
And when walled up

I swear ain't no bad person
Nowadays they quick to judge the book by its cover
Without opening the book and see what's inside of the book
It's not

like 20 bricks
And I bet by tomorrow we finished with it
The people they love us they say that we lit
I squeeze and I pop in his face like a zit
Pull

I use to sell them 8ths like ovi
Now I move weight by the ohhh zeee
Two 4s like Kobe
Hispanics call me loco
Greeks call me Loki
And I keep it on me

And I'm tryna catch love like a golden snitch
One right move I can win the game
But there's no rule book that's gonna me sane
It's all the same, all

And I'm tryna catch love like a golden snitch
One right move I can win the game
But there's no rule book that's gonna me sane
It's all the same, all

the love
Air quotes "Nah I ain't makin' this up," they fake as fuck
I used to hit up all the spots, but now we stay in the cut
Watchin' the girls drink

the heart
And the branch told me

From the burnt lacerations from the rope years later
That he struggled
His air supply cut off and so was her love

Swinging