Enemies & Friends
Ain't believe it had to show niggas
Never talk and really i don't tussle that's for broke niggas
448 that's about weekly out the door nigga
I took a different route I thank the lord I ain't no poor nigga
These niggas stepping out of line like they don't see the lane
Them sunny days I had them but I done seen the rain
History, trying to make that and make you feel the pain
Shit to me, the people in the past don't really mean a thing
My dawg step he a nose wiper
I been spinning on a slow cycle
Niggas don't see
That the ones that's always flexing be the one's that's really on E
They suspicious
Niggas they don't care about your well being
They wanna know your whereabouts, it's ill intentions
(Shit I was talking to the nigga and shit I don't know)
And my dawg say he gonna post up on that block until the trol come
(Fuck I look like goin in the house its money out this bitch)
Lost a couple niggas to that gun yeah they was so young
Some of that hot shit we was doing it was so dumb
Real niggas lining up I bet I make the roll call
My dawg ain't look over his shoulder so my eyes open
Got too many drugs in my possession I don't mind coping
Then I chase the liquor with some empty thoughts and then I find focus
And some niggas say they looking out for me
I got the blinds open
I got some enemies
And I got some friends
I got some enemies
And I got some friends
I got some enemies
And I got some friends
I got some enemies
And I got some friends
Never talk and really i don't tussle that's for broke niggas
448 that's about weekly out the door nigga
I took a different route I thank the lord I ain't no poor nigga
These niggas stepping out of line like they don't see the lane
Them sunny days I had them but I done seen the rain
History, trying to make that and make you feel the pain
Shit to me, the people in the past don't really mean a thing
My dawg step he a nose wiper
I been spinning on a slow cycle
Niggas don't see
That the ones that's always flexing be the one's that's really on E
They suspicious
Niggas they don't care about your well being
They wanna know your whereabouts, it's ill intentions
(Shit I was talking to the nigga and shit I don't know)
And my dawg say he gonna post up on that block until the trol come
(Fuck I look like goin in the house its money out this bitch)
Lost a couple niggas to that gun yeah they was so young
Some of that hot shit we was doing it was so dumb
Real niggas lining up I bet I make the roll call
My dawg ain't look over his shoulder so my eyes open
Got too many drugs in my possession I don't mind coping
Then I chase the liquor with some empty thoughts and then I find focus
And some niggas say they looking out for me
I got the blinds open
I got some enemies
And I got some friends
I got some enemies
And I got some friends
I got some enemies
And I got some friends
I got some enemies
And I got some friends
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Writer(s): Roshad Reid
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