Ralo
Own Supply
Chorus:
Rest in peace to that one eight
OG had told me
Tron i see you stepping out the range
And boarding planes
Something told me to tell you mayne

Dont get high on ya own supply
Dont get high on ya own supply
Dont get high on ya own supply
Dont get high on ya own supply

Verse:
Not a bad idea
Just finna hit the mall
Blow some stacks for real
Bounce back like tetherball
I dont even know about yall
Its a real n***a protocal
I been the underdog
Now my number called
I dont think about shit
Just saw my name on a blimp
Bumped into a lil bitch
That look like Taylor Swift
I thought her n***a hooped
He looked likе Zion Williamson
She gave a n***a a hug
Just to take my shit
Thеse n***as ain't paying fair
Tell Coco to beware
By the time she get to the exit
My kinfolk gone be there
Black guys with a mean glare
Thats waiting on you
Like waiting on food at a diner
Didn't i tell you i don' pioneered
The whole game
Since Jay and Jermaine
Had the top back scream money ain't a thang
From the city where
I don' came down was the thang
35 be the highway
Candy paint and the woodgrain
Who knew the greatest rapper
Would live 2 hours and 34 minutes
From Beyonce
Im Wilder Deontay
Just want my grandpa Joe to see
Me, Moony, Dvontae
Grow up from boys to men
Guess im the (One) Wanya
Pull up with no sunroof
You gone need some sunscreen
You might get you a sun tan
You gone need you some Ray-Bans
Imma' hang out the sunroof
Imma' be screaming one thing
Chorus:
Rest in peace to that one eight
OG had told me
Tron i see you stepping out the range
And boarding planes
Something told me to tell you mayne

Dont get high on ya own supply
Dont get high on ya own supply
Dont get high on ya own supply
Dont get high on ya own supply