Donna Karen The Purist & Westside Gunn (Ft. Mach-Hommy)

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[Intro: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Never...
Ayo, you know me, I’m making money in my sleep
On the cot dreaming, it’s sly being free
Then I woke up, to a nigga getting poked up
The nigga throwing up blood, CO like, "so what?"
Thirty seconds 'till mail call, I think wifey sent a package
Closed my cell, I put the ratchet in my mattress
Next at the microwave I’m making fried rice with Pepsi in it
At the summer league, creased tans, the waves spinning
I bet three books of stamps, we beat them niggas by ten
We beat them niggas by thirty, yo, Worthy you got another visit
I’m on the dance floor eating chicken wings, taking pictures
I never wish to see the feds again, never
The nigga forty got another seven, no PSI mean you telling
Another story by another felon (Ha)
You selling us dreams, but I copped that in counterfeit
(But I copped that counterfeit)