Enemies Morrisson

Nobody move it's a stick up
I'm hungry and right now you're looking like dinner
I was on that broke shit but then I fixed up
A couple friends tried to snake
So they got cut then cropped out the picture
Fuck a postcode war I don't beef over nonsense
But put one hand on my p's I will leave you unconscious
I'm in the weed house, weed and my trees going bonkers
But i'm still the one squeezing this shotgun
My opps can tell you this geezer's a problem
I got problems, but money and girls ain't one of them
I ran through a million pound and I never give a girl one of them
I don't get paid off of music, M I get paid in the streets
My skin's covered in war wounds
But I still look good when I take off my T
Man load guns and they aim them at me
They're tryna put my face on a T
I grew up with nothing like you
So tell me why you're hating on me
I went OT and I stayed there for weeks
I slept in my car in my trainers and jeans
I come up from nothing, you stayed on nothing
And you act like you blame that on me

I got so many pagans
So many enemies
So many haters
So many traitors
So many frenemies
And them men wish death on me
Got me feeling like 50
I'm loyal to the man that are next to me
My loyalty'll probably be the death of me