Enoch - Papi Chulo Enoch Lyrics

You don't know anybody like me uh
Not the kind to do the right thing: Spike Lee uh
Peers want me to do features, but when I hear their verse and their flow they bite me uh
Don't do anything unlike me uh
Use a different flow. Unlikely uh
You can have my style but one thing you'll never be is Icy enough to break psyches uh
Like Me. Like Me. A lotta young niggas wanna fight me. Yuh
Like Me. Like Me. Middle finger to a f*ckin Hypebeast. Uh
Like Me. Like Me. I could have just addressed this politely
But I'm a rude boi if you wanna use my flow, You're my son, better get used to calling me "Papi"

Papi Chulo, feeling like I'm Bruno how a young boi drippin in finesse
I ain't PSYCHO, better check your FICO cuz you spend a lot by the way you dress
Can afford it, I should've aborted all these children that wanna cop my swag
I won't sell it, you can't even spell it or correctly name my designer bag
Gucci? Louis? Prada?
Shaking my head. Nada
Ferragamo? Givenchy?
No, no, no! It's Fendi!
In SICKO MODE like Travis
I have expensive habits
I'm about my Karats no rabbit
For a college boy, I'm lavish
I chose this life that I live
These streets don't forget or forgive
Laying in bed with my sins
Heart cold but the ice gets thin
Like Drake had her on ice then
Type to turn an 8 to a 10
It's only a matter of when I gotta stop recording to do it again

You don't know anybody like me uh
Not the kind to do the right thing: Spike Lee uh
Peers want me to do features, but when I hear their verse and their flow they bite me uh
Don't do anything unlike me uh
Use a different flow. Unlikely uh
You can have my style but one thing you'll never be is Icy enough to break psyches uh
Like Me. Like Me. A lotta young niggas wanna fight me. Yuh
Like Me. Like Me. Middle finger to a f*ckin Hypebeast. Uh
Like Me. Like Me. I could have just addressed this politely
But I'm a rude boi if you wanna use my flow, You're my son, better get used to calling me "Papi"

Papi in Chicago
My hometown girl loves me most
Even though we're staccato
We slur like drunken eighth notes
Lock it, don't touch my celly
Hit up my plug for plenty
She said she wanted coke, he gave her fake like drinking Pepsi
Put my family on the payroll
They lift me up like a Totem pole
I gotta get it for grams, she dead in the grave but glad I'm the Title Role
The path that I'm on is twisty
The life of an artist is risky
Cuz on the Southside where they stay, other rappers get shot in the back like Ricky
If you run up on me, you can catch a f*cking funeral
Whereas when X died, they made him into a numeral
I don't wanna kill you but I will in self defense
Free my nigga JJ, he on the inside of the fence
Caught a gun charge
For wanting to feel safe
But the opps ain't never care, cuz he's just another face
It only goes to show that our country isn't shit
Cuz to them it's comedy, another life is a skit

You don't know anybody like me uh
Not the kind to do the right thing: Spike Lee uh
Peers want me to do features, but when I hear their verse and their flow they bite me uh
Don't do anything unlike me uh
Use a different flow. Unlikely uh
You can have my style but one thing you'll never be is Icy enough to break psyches uh
Like Me. Like Me. A lotta young niggas wanna fight me. Yuh
Like Me. Like Me. Middle finger to a f*ckin Hypebeast. Uh
Like Me. Like Me. I could have just addressed this politely
But I'm a rude boi if you wanna use my flow, You're my son, better get used to calling me "Papi"