[Intro]
One motherf**in’ question they always ask me
Do I get high of my own supply?
Shut the f** up, mind your business
[Hook]
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
[Verse 1]
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 c**aine, 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 f**in’ that b**h if the p**y stank
It’s six-AM in the f**in’ mornin’
My c**aine and my dick got her moanin’
f** Young Jeezy, I’m the real f**in’ Snowman
Big Meech went up in prison and you went ghost, man
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
Take it how you want it
f** that beef, I guarantee you that I won it
This ain’t no image, dog, you don’t f**in’ 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 sh** 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
[Hook]
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
[Outro]
Straight up, fool!
That fake rappin’ that sh**!
That fake a** image you got, boy!
You ain’t no dope, boy!
Act right boy, dont come to my city no more
I put a real pound in yo head
Matter fact, 50 racks for any piece of j**elry 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, motherf**er!
And you better have mo’ straps than T.I. on that motherf**er tour bus, fool!