Westside Gunn, The Purist, Mach-Hommy - Donna Karen lyrics

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)