Living Facts - Arizona Zervas

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, dont 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!

I'm In the backseat of that Uber With my feet up She hit the bottle Now she acting like a diva I can't love these hoes They gettin to my head I just want these bands I just need that bread I'm In the backseat of that Uber With my feet up She hit the bottle Now she acting like a diva I can't love these hoes They gettin to my head I just want these bands I just need that bread I'm In the backseat of that Uber With my feet up She hit the bottle Now she acting like a diva I can't love these hoes They gettin to my head I just want these bands I just need that bread Lately I've been sipping sipping Living through the motions Moving state to state to state Just got back from the ocean Now I'm back in town And it's clear that they notice Bought the table with the ice To show them who the coldest (Oh man) You better face it Can't see me then you better get lasik Big backwoods and my homies gonna blaze it Im sipping on the brown and i might just chase it all Shit i had to go and get it popping Just to show these hating bitches that I'm looking like the man now Yeah i used to hit the club out standing in the line And now i show up and it's clear that i standout I ain't even rich But I'm feeling like the shit Bitch I'm making my way And I'm coming up quick We just pull up to the club And they take us to the VIP They gonna ask me for a drink But I curve her like a pitch Ah man I'm In the backseat of that Uber With my feet up She hit the bottle Now she acting like a diva I can't love these hoes They gettin to my head I just want these bands I just need that bread I'm In the backseat of that Uber With my feet up She hit the bottle Now she acting like a diva I can't love these hoes They gettin to my head I just want these bands I just need that bread I fly MD to LA Yeah I been on my cool shit Hanging out with them ratchet hoes I guess I've been on my tool shit At the club i'm sipping sipping Feeling wavy like a cruise ship She call me a asshole And I'm pretty sure that that shoe fits Like oh, how do you do it yeah Greek boy and i'm fluent yeah Last month i was acting up Me and my old girl was going through it yeah But now I'm up on that east side West V and I'm chilling Hit the club we fuck it up And my crew lit like we grilling Oh my god gracious I just been patient Craving this paper i swear I been chasing I gotta buzz like i just got done shaving I gotta buzz like i just got done shaving Ah man I'm In the backseat of that Uber With my feet up She hit the bottle Now she acting like a diva I can't love these hoes They gettin to my head I just want these bands I just need that bread I'm In the backseat of that Uber With my feet up She hit the bottle Now she acting like a diva I can't love these hoes They gettin to my head I just want these bands I just need that bread