they my enemies,dressed in my friends clothes
ridin thinkin i dont know
they my enemies,dressed in my friend clothes
smile in my face but pop shit behind doors
i wake up,
knowin im bout to see'em all in my face
like wat up?
these muthafuckers all over the place
im fed up,
homie im angry and i need me my space
and good luck, with all
that thinkin u gonna take my place
theres allota niggas in this club
popin bub thats phony actin like
they aint got nothin but love for the homie
straight two-face, they like them niggas at sony
(now aint u the mayor?) im the one and only
for the longest me and my niggas been
hittin this town like a storm
and now u gotta see me
and penny arm to arm
one day u dont get it, keep tryin
ya right u ballin, keep lyin
i know allota ballers, half of'em hatin me
bankrupt, bitch u must aint see my moms lately
be damned if u like me, give a fuck
what u rate me i only know two words
the nigga thats payin me
now we fin stop talkin shit about J.D.
cuz he he been doin this shit
since yall was babies
how you goin try to degrate me
yall aint my friends i aint crazy
they my enemies,
dressed in my friends clothes
ridin thinkin i dont know they my enemies,
dressed in my friend clothes
smile in my face but pop shit behind doors
they my enemies,dressed in my friends
clothes ridin thinkin i dont know they my
enemies,dressed in my friend clothes
smile in my face but pop shit behind doors
i wake up,
knowin im bout to see'em all in my face
like wat up?
these muthafuckers all over the place
im fed up,
homie im angry and i need me my space
and good luck
with all that thinkin u gonna take my place
now ima chicka-chill till the moment
i lose mine and when i lose mine
gun stores gonna lose nines
i thought u knew Kwon keep eight
on the waist line
im from the Lou, Kwon flip ace to waste time
i spit it for nigga dude dont feel my shit
she up,I don't like you give my bick
she wanna war what for?
i fuck this bitch body lifted, nothin with it
i dont need this shit
u my enemy, dressed in my friend clothes
better than Shaq do with free throws
a bunch of niggas trippin they
got the game wrong
a bunch of niggas feelin like me
who bumpin the same song
im evil, why u thinkin u gonna take my spot
waitin till my album drop, quit thinkin u pop
and u rappin hardcore and u knowin u pop
and u saing you really and u knowin u not
they my enemies,dressed in my friends
clothes ridin thinkin i dont know
they my enemies,dressed in my friend clothes
smile in my face but pop shit behind doors
they my enemies,dressed in my friends clothes
ridin thinkin i dont know
they my enemies,dressed in my friend clothes
smile in my face but pop shit behind doors
i wake up
knowin im bout to see'em all in my face
like wat up?
these muthafuckers all over the place
im fed up
homie im angry and i need me my space
and good luck
with all that thinkin u gonna take my place
they my enemies