A Thousand Enemies

All the world will be your enemy Prince with a thousand enemies And whenever they catch you They will kill you But first, they must catch you (Perfect, perfect) Trust me The weed we smoke is from Babylon Hustle like Nick we keep the whole marathon Going on the strip, the streets are gone, carry on Long drive the packet of pot, alley drop five in the car The speaker has got rappin' on I'm in the front with the rack and the whole saddy is gone Benny's in the back with supreme and Lacoste bally on Check the stats, they much have the tally wrong I been on the way, these rappers still had a nappy on Sitting in the trap, they too busy having baccy bongs Now they on the crack, gettin' naggy when they rapping songs Pockets fat as action, Bronson check the track And stake out the town where the packet's from These industry cats, they all have me wrong They tryna jack all my songs, they can stab me for 'em We ain't ever breaking any codes, half of you are fakin' and it shows Angel on my shoulder but I'm tainted, like there's somethin' in my bones I get faded while I'm breaking up an O All I wanna do is try and get away from roads Me and chill are hustlin', we playing all these shows We was making nothing while we blazing up the dro' Trapping for a habit, that was making me a ghost 'Bout to get an 8 and put the plate up to my nose Call me Johnny Depp, 'cause I been faded off the blow Sesh and weed, protect for lead, we wreck the beat Got 20gs in the basement of my home Maybe I'ma go and get this money, me and Chillinit We fillin' up a Louis bag and gave it to your hoe I ain't gonna stop 'til my kids got a Rolex watch And my ex bitch living on the coast I be on a jet, no carry-on but if they wanna carry on My hitter come and stick 'em in the throat I just got a plain Jane, went and made it froze Wrist chilly on a pilly getting litty on a boat I still got a cypher cell, some white to sell I don't know why I'm still out gettin' gritty on the road When my kiddies got a home and I'm sitting on a gold mine Every time we drop a track, shit is gonna blow Wait Still me and Benny up at the drug spot Got a bottle of Henny under the glovebox No patience, covering no faces, they call me stone mason The way that a brudda cut rock Fuck off, who wants it, wanna go to war? You better get new options or watch it My brudda we level, we do boss shit And now we got to Cali and looking at new watches Australia post, we move boxes and fly Marijuana? Imported it through Compton The checks never respect your crew's nonsense Brudda get the cheddar for setting off huge mosh pits It's straight tetris brudda, I'm where the block is Whether you my brudda, we never ever gon' stop this We never ever gon' stop this Check People they hate what we do Start making paper, they change up on you Pressure and stress, I'd be better off dead Looking up at my coffin to change up the view Raised in the units, my olders were users I stay by myself when I'm making a move If I make it off music I'm taking the crew I ain't never went fake for no radio tunes (tunes, tunes, tunes)