Supply & Demand Lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah, know I'm impatient, have to go right in 

(blows smoke) 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Four walls just starin' at a nigga 

Plottin' out a mission while I'm smokin' on this killa 

Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window 

I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals 

I'm down, all ten toes 

Eastside, my zip code 

See, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold 

Zip up your North Face 

My Daytons is cross-laced 

Seventy-two spokes, O-G shit, that's all I know 

From the car I drove, right to the joints I smoke and that's fo' sho' 

Hopped out in country-club attire, rockin' all my gold 

Like I might drink an Arnold Palmer and golf eighteen holes 

Pick up a tennis racket, my bitch got the bracelet to match it 

See, we forever mashin' when the cash is involved 

We grab it and stash it, let it stack up in them vaults 

Built a safe; but you see that safe ain't really safe at all, cause 

Niggas is dogs; they'll break in your house and steal the walls 

Dig up your floors; really do it to you raw 

It's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off 

Say it's only room for one of us, somebody gonna get took off 

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Four walls just starin' at a nigga 

Plottin' on a mission while I'm smokin' on this killa 

Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window 

I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals 

[Curren$ 

Eastside my zip code, been down on ten toes 

In it, you just gettin' here, realizin' I been cold 

I could take ten, make twenty more 

Gas out my lowrider in front the store 

I'm throwin' it up out the sun-roof 

Yeah, I keep the E in it to let 'em know 

We up in the studio cookin' dope 

Two bricks, we got six more to go 

Eight-piece, you can get your pack and go 

Cause the fiends ain't waitin' for it no more 

They gettin' impatient, baby 

And they say they can't take the pain 

I just dropped a batch last month 

They want me to come back again 

See, it's called supply and demand 

Underground, I am the man 

Mainstream, they not like me 

But I catch big stunts on them 

Aw, man 

Photos 

Four walls just starin' at a nigga 

Plottin' out the mission while I'm smokin' on this killa 

Lookouts on the corner, plus my brother in the window 

Know I done made gold out this weed and instrumentals