(Chorus)
Patrone be my enemy, I don't need no friends
Purple kush and the swish be a friend of me
Riding with that thing on me
'Cause they wish me home
I can't pray, 'cause my family they depend on me
Don't ever have to ask no man
So when my daddy call I don't answer
And I don't hear understates
Starr prob' be my only fam'
Blood thicker than water
Shit all I know
That's just a fucking saying
(Verse)
Don't judge a book by it's cover
Taste your american dream
That means the 48 larges
In America scheme
The early bird gets the first worm
The second off get the cheese
And only death,death coming free
The drunken minds speaks the soul of hard
Out there loving war,
But all this fighting gettin' carved
Pull my 40 on the dance floor
That nigga guy from last night
So it's f1 fifty
Waiting for a turn
Rose to rose, what if you already pro
That's why the niggers in the hood
They just go for the cold
They heard she probably got aids
So they go for the throne
See he can't pay for college
So he go for the sport
He wanna shine on, what glitters and gold
He dare to rob me, then go and get it on his own
So I sit here on chrome,and I'm cooking my chron
Go at the red carpet, send another home
(Chorus)
Sipping Patrone be my enemy, I don't need no friends
Purple kush and the swish be a friend of me
Riding with that thing on me
'Cause they wish me home
I can't pray, 'cause my family they depend on me
Don't ever have to ask no man
So when my daddy call I don't answer
And I don't hear understates
Starr prob' be my only fam'
Blood thicker than water
Shit all I know
That's just a fucking saying
(Verse)
My haters all bark and no bite
I'm sick as a dog
Nigger sweet as oreos
Only see black and white
Great minds think alike
All eyes on me
Unless your eyes close
It ain't no light to see
I'm still finding my feet
But they were never lost
And they look up to me
For a real boss
The mirror don't lie
The verses don't reply
No matter what you believe
In the end you still gon' die
So what you here for
I'm here to change the world
Hit the world on that's selling me
Then fuck the world
My hush still don't love me
The bitches still don't hate me
And the purple kush
Still don't betrays me
How you feeling fo'
I'm feeling good
Even Paul bunyan, can't knock the woods
He 'bout his wood, I'm 'bout my paper
He 'bout his trees, I'm 'bout my paper's kush
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