Supreme (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Tramayne Hudson

Composed by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Tramayne Hudson

Produced by：Logic

And the power they took from the people will return to the people

And so long as men die liberty will never perish

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Open up thе 1-800 door we comin' for more

Juxtapositions switchin' up my ambition

'Cause this rap gamе is too small of a pond

For me to fuckin' fish in

And Attack Of The Clones six blunts to the back of the dome

I'm packin' the chrome all slugs no home defense

Not over the hill but I'm close

I'm over the fence

Trump niggas like Mike Pence

My bitch thick your ho dense

This money that I'm makin' make no sense

That's all bills like legislation

Fuck dad raps and inspiration

This is Ghostface on Supreme Clientele

Eyes on the prize that Nobel

Rappin' about anything else like doorbell

Stay off my coattail I hope you burn in hell

Do it for the city like Fat Trel

Logic stack money and rap well

Pull out the final draft sharpenin' the craft

Dialogue to make the audience laugh

Louis briefcase matter of fact I grab the Goyard

Paid jeans with the Lost and Founds that shit go hard

A hundred and fifty that's on my wrist

Fuck the bust down 'cause my diamonds is pristine

Constantly on the search for balance like Dramamine

Nah' I mean?

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Young nigga been finessin' since GameCube

Countin' these numbers like a pneumatic road tube

That's that black strip in the road

That be countin' cars as they approach

You a bug you a roach

And we ain't even gotta use bug spray

Grandmama say don't do what the thugs say

Probation say gotta do what the judge say

And drug tests every Monday

Drivin' the wrong way on the one-way

But it's a Benzo not a Hyundai

So I hope the police don't find me

Y'all be singin' like Marvin Winans

Bunch of soft niggas call 'em tall vaginas

Stretchin' shawty out like a soft recliner

She a material girl but she ain't Madonna

Fuckin' with that ketamine and marijuana

If she fu the wrong batch she for sure a goner

A stint with the green like cowabunga

Get my packs out of Rancho Cucamonga nigga

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