"Supply N Demand" lyrics

Ridin' round in the city with a bag on me
I remember bein' broke, now I pass on 'em
You all cap, you be lyin' and we know that
He claim he baller but only drippin' where his nose at
Money be the drug, I don't need to do the Prozac
I'm focused on the Franklin, you be worried where the hoes at
Bitch, I'm the man, I really am what I am
I'm a D1 player while you play from the stands
I ain't never goin' broke, it's supply and demand
A lot of fiends for the dope while I'm fiendin' for bands
Make plays, touchdown, flip and do it again
I really got it on my own, nobody holdin' my hand

Nah, fuck that, I don't need nobody helpin' me out
Praise a motherfuckin' real, I get us all out the drought
I'm my mama's only son, been the man of the house
A loaded thing up on the dresser, couple stuffed in the couch
And if you know then you know, I don't say too much
A ten-piece, one week is something you ain't touch
You either love me or you don't
I don't give no fucks
I only focus on a go, the whole team get a buck
I keep my eye on the ball, I ain't never finna fumble
Runnin' play after play
Bet what you make, I'm makin' double
Goin' hard on the paint
Oh, you think I'm finna stumble?
Word to JC, there ain't no poodles in the jungle, on God

Never understood y'all frauds
I crack seals, crack jaws, and we crack all broads
I treat a bitch like a strap, she get to used and then tossed
Tryna cross one of us, we make 'em eat with a straw
But that's enough of that
You throw me anything, I'm finna double that
I started sellin' grams
Now we movin' by the bundle packs
Been down bad and I'm always gon' remember that
My struggle's a blessing because it got me where the fuck I'm at

I know they wonder how I do it
Yeah, they want to know
How I paved my own lane, I know they take notes
Sometimes you finna take a L but that's the way it goes
It's how you turn it to a dove that really matters most
I know they speakin' on my name, but what they doin' though?
It be the ones who doin' nothing always say the most
The whole team touchin' cake, I ain't tryna boast
Before we make it to the top, let me give a toast

This for all my loved ones, I wouldn't want no others
Can't wait to get us out the mud
Especially my mother
Shoutout to Wop
Shoutout to Stacks
Shoutout to all my brothers
And this for everybody doubtin', fuck all of you busters
Whole team get into it, tell me where you at
I don't even gotta brag, you can check the stats
Bitch, I only care about the facts
Said I'ma talk my shit until the day I get whacked, I'm gone