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Supply + Demand (New York) lyrics

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XODUS lyrics : "Supply + Demand (New York)"


[Chorus]
New York niggas, here's something to bump.
I'll give you what you want.
Raw flows, real talk,
tell me how they gon' front.
I don't chill, I'm ice cold,
ever since I was young, been eager to get old,
feelings I let go, dreams that I let grow,
fantasies I'm tryna live got these haters upset. [oh]

[Verse 1]
Fuck the beat, listen to what I'm saying,
most niggas talk and don't say shit.
Wasting breath, tell me why should these niggas breathe,
more air for me, a moment of silence, please.
I do me, I kill it, sick flows - the illest,
on these mixtapes, I know who your host is, where's the creme filling?
Ain't shit sweet, but they eat the flow up,
probably like the swag too, maybe 'cause I'm swole up.
Hold up. Maybe 'cause you on that dollar slice, while I'm tryna get my dough up.
Buzzing like her rabbit, she climaxing to the flows, huh?
Lukewarm niggas don't look like they're ready for the cold front.
Hottest in the city, no diggety,
leaving lame rappers with no dignity, haters take a ticket please..
stand in line, get your forehead signed, i know you a fan of mine.. right.

[Chorus]
New York niggas, here's something to bump.
I'll give you what you want.
Raw flows, real talk,
tell me how they gon' front.
I don't chill, I'm ice cold,
ever since I was young, been eager to get old,
feelings I let go, dreams that I let grow,
fantasies I'm tryna live got these haters upset. [oh]

[Verse 2]
Fuck the beat, listen to what I'm saying,
everybody got flows but no cadence,
I am the greatest, these niggas they just flow noise,
Poetic with it, I'm deeper than Earl Jones voice.
I murder beats, birth dope hits,'
only way your flow's better, 'cause my flow's sick.
My style don't suit ya'll, my shit is tailored,
all up in the kool aid and they still don't got the flava.
I do it for your girl and yes, I do it for the haters,
but I do it for anybody with me in cd players.
[yeah] I'm not the nigga you should nap on,
flow is Jim Carrey with the mu-fucking mask on.
I'm just tryna make a classic.
Woody for success, all you other niggas flacid,
they don't got the drive, please don't park in Jurassic,
it's that dramatic.

[Chorus]
New York niggas, here's something to bump.
I'll give you what you want.
Raw flows, real talk,
tell me how they gon' front.
I don't chill, I'm ice cold,
ever since I was young, been eager to get old,
feelings I let go, dreams that I let grow,
fantasies I'm tryna live got these haters upset. [oh]

[Verse 3]
These thrills will never cost cheap,
I'm always awake upon the dawn's creep,
these c-notes I c-sharp-ly.
Char beats, every time that I'm on these,
I won't stop until I run shit, never on feet.
They swear I can't, I'm like shortly we shall see,
All blood and sweat how I got these niggas salty.
Grinds looking faulty, they fault me while I do me.
X on that paper, timetables, try and school me.
These niggas fooly, fuck their two cents dawg, I'm bougie,
and I hate to stroke my ego but god, it's so sooothing..
Who the fuck is XO-dus is the fucking movement,
Renaissance all over again, fuck what you doin'.
I raised the bar, you niggas was playing limbo.
Punches on that Kimbo, mu-fucka, it's that simple.
I be that hardcore entrepreneur,
Tryna get it today 'cause tomorrow ain't sure.

[Chorus]
New York niggas, here's something to bump.
I'll give you what you want.
Raw flows, real talk,
tell me how they gon' front.
I don't chill, I'm ice cold,
ever since I was young, been eager to get old,
feelings I let go, dreams that I let grow,
fantasies I'm tryna live got these haters upset. [oh]



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