Supreme (remix) Lyrics - Big K.r.i.t.

First of all, understand that she's a master at what she does 

And the fact that she's a master of what she does 

And the fact that she also has a master's degree 

And is mastered the ins and outs of this business 

The fact that she's doing all of that and giving me brain at the same time 

Is just to let you understand Mastermind 

Is that your soulmate or your cellmate 

Do you fuck with him or are you stuck with him? 

What's a real nigga who ain't being real with ya 

What's a downass bitch that ain't still (?) 

That's a shame (?) 

Put your best shades on, look what I became 

Had to (?) the game in my own shoes 

I be steppin' over niggas, Tyrone Lou's 

Oohs 

From the real, that's the only crowd I hear 

Smoke kush, drink Ciroc, and I call it loud and clear 

(?) outer wear, all gold (?) 

Tom Ford high-tops like you niggas where? 

Them shit's beautiful, what is it? Velvet? 

I fucked your bitch Froggy Style, word to Melvin 

Baby boy shit, you on some maybe boy shit 

Like you got it now, but it maybe your boys shit 

Six, seven, Rolls Royces, maybe it's Floyd shit 

Your bitch playin' games? I maybe the joy-stick 

Supreme baller like, that's all I like 

Straight to the source for the J's, I got all the (?) 

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Tell me it's real 

Tell me this is real, baby 

How does it feel? 

How does it feel? 

I'm rap prominent, rap dominent, rap (?) 

First cat to take rap across the continent 

I get ya whacked for a stack, it's a G thing 

Then throw a rack and a crack it's a G string 

Cash few hundred, clack, who want it? 

Bag of blue hundreds, dash 200 

Dash 250, endless speed nigga 

Or you near-sighted? You can't see me nigga 

I'm a different speed, different league, different breed 

Hit different hoes so you die from a different disease 

Dopest of the illest, illest of the dopest 

(?) a 2 million dollar check infront of my loafers 

You get to Heaven you go ask Biggie 'bout me 

Closest thing I'm rich (?) speeding in the Audi 

Hot tamale, get the hoes hot without the Molly 

Hoppin' out the 'Rari, bodies in the lobby 

Llamas like the Dali 

Photos 

Chickens in the kitchen, bitches on the terrace 

Never interference, praying for your parents 

See me when you see me in the BM every sermon 

The most beautiful thing is I'm high as (?) 

Mobb Deep shook ones, know they never think about it 

Glock 5, G6, take the (?) with the single pilot 

New money, all I see is blue money 

In (?) projects new coupe money 

Pipe dream, (?) shorty ice cream 

Tip change with the boss, you will like things 

Top 3, who can top me? 

Dead or alive, been that nigga, ask Foxxy! 

I'm in paradise with a pair of dice 

Let's get this money, mastermind, savage life 

50 mil, is it really real? 

We the hottest niggas, so fuck how you feel 

I came a long way from country bumpkin, now I'm with the foreign 

Pop top momma, even if it's snowin' 

Got a bad bitch that love to suck and fuck me till I'm snorin' 

Relate to bank tellers, counting money is never borin' 

Over lobster, steak, shrimp and pasta on my plate 

Dash on they ass, never prison on the break 

I was doin' what it takes just to make a mil 

But niggas smile more than ever just to show the grill 

(Invisible set) the set 

Don't make a nigga have to flex, blow a check 

Naw motherfucker, that's a threat 

(Hit the lot) VIPin' with ya broad 

Ain't no service, where she twerkin', make it kinda hard to call 

We was in it, (my) Beemer whips 

(No fruits and veggies) she was ready 

My debonairness gets her the wettest 

Cause nobody 

Can do it like I does it 

Bust a band, pop a trunk, sub thumpin' out in public 

Is this real? 

Black bottles 

Black bottles 

Black bottles 

I need a black model 

Black bottles