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cards we were dealt - supreme-intelligence lyrics

[verse 1: supreme]
check
check, uh
i cop a zip and smoke it all in the face * that’s off top
the rest of the sure crops go to oregon state
and my youngin’s grabbing all of the plates
i treat em good so if they under sixteen i serve it all into eights
just remember man it’s all in the bake
this sh*t loud and it’s harder to break down when it’s all in the base
come correct, it ain’t no bargaining race
i need it all in, fall in when i call in
homie, i f*ck with real right n*ggas and only b*tches that’s succulent for the f*ck of it
chuckle it that the hustle with momma’s dеmeanor
someone that nеver really talked but hold it down
so if she ever did say it to a n*gga i gotta believe her
from the blocks to the ‘burbs i was the n*gga that’d disappear
with all the money while the dummies would follow the leaders
i had a scholly’ from the school of hardknocks
went to college with that knowledge, n*gga i made the doctors believe us
stupid motherf*cker
[verse 2: pxwer]
fifth
i wanted this since a kid n*gga (i did)
grew up playing in fields so no scholly’ after curtis really k!lled, n*gga
i threw my chips into rap, instead of classes
trying to reach the masses, prolly gon’ get my ass kicked from poppa
i ain’t want a diploma to get my dollar
but momma i’m really sorry, i wasn’t raised to be a doctor or lawyer
backstage experience really spoiled him (urgh)
hundred thousands of fans, i want all em (right)
my soul cried when ‘preme played me the beat (it did)
i wanna talk about my life but won’t relate to the street
’cause they don’t feel me (they don’t) and n*ggas think they know the real me
assume i got it made ’cause my pops on they tv but sha not (i will)
i was swerving ’round on your block
remember white corolla, i was serving your mans, akh (right)
i swear to god, one day i’ll be the man in charge
instead of charged, sitting, forgotten, wasted behind some bars (i can’t)
n*gga, how i get like this?
y’all wasn’t f*cking with my sh*t so now you getting the p*ss (f*ck)
i wrote this sh*t tears in eyes, it was getting me p*ssed (ugh)
and gotta vent, big reason why i’m doing this sh*t
it’s real

[outro: pxwer]
move n*gga, tryna steal my soul
move n*gga, tryna steal my boat
i won’t let you

- supreme intelligence lyrics

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