[Verse]
Love My Enemies
Keep my Haters Close
Like a friend Would Be
Show no sympathy
Or Memory
Just do it willingly
Instantly!
I got a partner that’s a Ken to me
Need consistency to get money
Up in this industry
Towards the end
I need workers
I don’t need friends
Cause a friend cause distractions
Distractions make u lose M’s
Shit fuck it I’m from the Glen
Where the hollows touch the pavement
Right after it touch a kid;
Your life be fucked up
The ratio your life ain’t lucked up
Since the bully from grade school
End up cuffed, up roughed up
All By some rookie pigs
I told Dame right after class
He had to school the kid
Up in the winds in the hallway that ain’t moderate
I need the juice cuz if I got it then yall honor me
Don’t need protection
I’m what every counties army need
Fuck a soft spot nigga this ain’t R&B
He ain’t make it
Told the little nigga just be patient
I know he tried to rush to get it done
Like Jamaicans
No offense
None taken
Shell casin
Now we up in debt
For something that I partakin
Fuck a reason
Know my reason yall not believing
My reasons has some creases
But silence is what I’m eating
Know Yall niggas really be reaching
I’m gettin money now yall leechin
Something like this is very spiritual
No ritual
Need minerals
Inside the center fold
4444 I’m in the clock
I am Dr Spot
I’m mind blown
I see the dock
I just Need a bay
Need a raise
It’s pay day
I am Luke Cage
MMA
I Fighting my days
Ain’t a fuckin slave
Fuckin trend
A Fuckin wave
Now just Surf up
Feel the ray
The sun ray
Now let’s get fucked up!
Love My Enemies
Keep my Haters Close
Like a friend Would Be
Show no sympathy
Or Memory
Just do it willingly
Instantly!
I got a partner that’s a Ken to me
Need consistency to get money
Up in this industry
Towards the end
I need workers
I don’t need friends
Cause a friend cause distractions
Distractions make u lose M’s
Shit fuck it I’m from the Glen
Where the hollows touch the pavement
Right after it touch a kid;
Your life be fucked up
The ratio your life ain’t lucked up
Since the bully from grade school
End up cuffed, up roughed up
All By some rookie pigs
I told Dame right after class
He had to school the kid
Up in the winds in the hallway that ain’t moderate
I need the juice cuz if I got it then yall honor me
Don’t need protection
I’m what every counties army need
Fuck a soft spot nigga this ain’t R&B
He ain’t make it
Told the little nigga just be patient
I know he tried to rush to get it done
Like Jamaicans
No offense
None taken
Shell casin
Now we up in debt
For something that I partakin
Fuck a reason
Know my reason yall not believing
My reasons has some creases
But silence is what I’m eating
Know Yall niggas really be reaching
I’m gettin money now yall leechin
Something like this is very spiritual
No ritual
Need minerals
Inside the center fold
4444 I’m in the clock
I am Dr Spot
I’m mind blown
I see the dock
I just Need a bay
Need a raise
It’s pay day
I am Luke Cage
MMA
I Fighting my days
Ain’t a fuckin slave
Fuckin trend
A Fuckin wave
Now just Surf up
Feel the ray
The sun ray
Now let’s get fucked up!
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