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One motherfuckin' question they always ask me Do I get high of my own supply? Shut the fuck up, mind your business Do I get high off my own supply? Do I get high off my own supply? Do I get high off my own supply? Do I get high off my own supply? Guess what? Hell yeah, hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah I do get high of my own supply Tell me what you know 'bout stayin' up the whole night It's a tiredness up in my body that I can't fight So I gotta do a line of that cocaine, bruh Am I bad cause I like to do a lil coke, bruh? My kid always got that food up on his plate My family always got money in they bank I'm a G up in these streets, you know I got that rank And I ain't fuckin' that bitch if the pussy stank It's six-AM in the fuckin' mornin' My cocaine and my dick got her moanin' Fuck Young Jeezy, I'm the real fuckin' Snowman Big Meech went up in prison and you went ghost, man Do I get high off my own supply? Do I get high off my own supply? Do I get high off my own supply? Do I get high off my own supply? Guess what? Hell yeah, hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah I do get high of my own supply Take it how you want it Fuck that beef, I guarantee you that I won it This ain't no image, dog, you don't fuckin' want it I show up to your show and crack you with a bottle Like Gucci Mane, fool I'm corrupt like the system I done a lotta shit but never been a victim Once he upon the floor my Timberland's gon' kick him The world know that I'm real, the whole world, you done tricked 'em Fake fool Do I get high off my own supply? Do I get high off my own supply? Do I get high off my own supply? Do I get high off my own supply? Guess what? Hell yeah, hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah Hell yeah, hell yeah I do get high of my own supply Straight up, fool! That fake rappin' that shit! That fake ass image you got, boy! You ain't no dope, boy! Act right boy, don't come to my city no more I put a real pound in yo head Matter fact, 50 racks for any piece of jewelry that fool got on Act right like that song you jumped on with Yo Gotti, fool And don't come around talkin' about you gon' put racks on my head Cause the next show you do, I'll be there, motherfucker! And you better have mo' straps than T.I. on that motherfucker tour bus, fool!