Party Supplies - Humphrey lyrics

[Produced by A-Trak and Party Supplies] [Intro] Always tryna doubt a n***a 'round here I ain't ever really lost nothin' HARLEM! [Verse 1] Dame said I'm buggin' cause I wanna fight B-Hop I said I'll f** him up after two months of detox True, besides that, 8 mill from Reebok I take him to the bar, Pa, that's 33 shots, he tellin' me I need not You must not remember young k**a that hustled in his weed spot When he had the black Lex and I boost tree tops Somebody talk about him then they woulda got a speed knot This is when me and Hud sorta ran the G spot Older n***as left and we came in with green tops Listen here, so you got my vision clear Never for pro but I made n***as disappear, poof n***as know not to f** with me And my record is s**a free This money, I've been makin' it work So A-Trak, let's take 'em to church They don't hear me though! [Interlude] Na'm sayin'? I ain't fight my way to the top of the food chain to be a vegetarian I'll get my own Bank is a place still lend you money if you prove you gon' need it, nahmean? [Verse 2] My parents got high, no lie, it's no shame A product of dust, lust, and c**aine Still cool with some n***as, though, that sniff 'caine That grow weed to grow hair like Rogaine Heartless to the core, feel no pain That's models, hood rats, old flames b**h n***as, haters, famous, no names Street fighter, I throw flames On the strip, no strippers But she s**in' the tip, I might tip her Understood in my hood, that's the way we go You can't comprehend or understand the ratios From a baby, yo, pop got no money for milk The 380 blow, up-up-away we go No cash to help out your lady, yo And look out for baby bro Should I rob a bank? Tell me somethin', yes, go, maybe, no What I do next? Get crackhead fel**tio They thought I was slow like Radio Couple years later, though, they heard me on the radio [Outro: A-Trak scratches] k**a Cam in the buildin' Dipset! What the game been missin' Somethin' incredible that's about to take place Cam got the sh** to pop