A Thousand Enemies

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1: Chillinit]
PERFECT! PERFECT!
Ahhuuse, trust me, the weed we smoke is from Babylon
Hussle like Nip, we keep the whole marathon
Going on the strip, the streets are gon' carry on
Long drive a packet of pot alley drop
5 in the car the speaker is got rappin' on
I'm in the front with the rackin the whole saddies gone
Benny's in the back it's Supreme and Lacoste bally on

[Verse 2: HUSKii]
Check the stats they must have the tally wrong
I've been on the wave these rappers still had a nappy on
Sittin' in the trap, they too busy having baccy bongs
Now they on the crack getting aggy when they rap a song
Pockets fat as Action Bronson
Check the track and stake out the town where the pack is from
These industry cats they all have me wrong
They try to jack all my songs, they can stab me for them

[Verse 3: Chillinit & HUSKii]
We ain't ever breakin' any codes
Half of you are faker than it shows
Angel on my shoulder but I'm tainted
I got something in my bones
I get faded while I'm breakin' up a O
All I wanna do is try and get away from rogues
Me and Chill are hustlin' we playin' all these shows
We was makin' nothin' while we blazing up the 'dro
Trappin' for a habit that was makin' me a ghost
'Bout to get a 8 and put the plate up to my nose
Call me Johnny Depp 'cause I been faded off the blow
Sesh and weed
Protect Felipe
We wreck the beat
Got 20 G's in the basement of my home
Maybe I'mma 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 till my kid's 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 side for sale, some white to sell
I don't know why I feel like getting gritty on the road
But my kiddy's got a home and I'm sitting on a gold mine
Every time we drop a track, shit is gonna blow

[Verse 4: Chillinit]
Wait, still me and Benny up at the drug spot
Got a bottle of Henny under the glovebox
No patience, cover it, no faces
They call me stonemason, the way that a brother cut rock
Fuck off, who wants it?
Wanna go to war, you better get new options
Or watch it, my brother be level we do boss shit
And now we go the Cali' and looking at new watches
Australia Post we move boxes and fly marijuana, imported it through Compton
The cheques never respect your crews nonsense
Better get the cheddar for settin' off huge mosh pits
It's straight Tetris, brother I'm where the block is
Brother, you my brother we never ever gon' stop this (We never ever gon' stop this)
Check

[Outro: Huskii & Chillinit]
People they hate what we do
Start makin' paper, they change up on you
Pressure and stress, I'll 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, tunes, tunes, tunes, tunes)