Donna Karen

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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)