Energy
We ain't feeling your energy
Fuck your energy
These niggas pretend to be they some frenemies
Quick to cut fuck nigga off
We don't like your energy
Quick to cut fuck nigga off
We don't like your energy
We don't like your energy
These niggas pretend to be
These niggas frenemies
These niggas my enemies
I rather have one thousand enemies then one fake friend
I prefer knowing my opps intentions
Then having a nigga in my circle second guessing
God you can have all my blessings
I got a couple of fiends I ain't stressing
Fake it til you make it I ain't begging
I went to war alone with a couple of weapons
Extended my hand and learned my lesson
Lifted myself from depression
Hot boxing every session
Shit doesn't feel like it's helping
We don't gossip or do no fighting
Stay in your lane or I'll give you an alignment
I'm good with the iron
They faking and lying
Fuck your memories
Ain't feeling your energy
Give a fuck who's a friend of me
Fuck friends god give me enemies
Fuck your memories
Ain't feeling your energy
Give a fuck who's a friend of me
Fuck friends god give me enemies
We ain't feeling your energy
Fuck your energy
These niggas pretend to be they some frenemies
Quick to cut fuck nigga off
We don't like your energy
Quick to cut fuck nigga off
We don't like your energy
We don't like your energy
These niggas pretend to be
These niggas frenemies
These niggas my enemies
I rather have one thousand enemies then one fake friend
Fuck your energy
These niggas pretend to be they some frenemies
Quick to cut fuck nigga off
We don't like your energy
Quick to cut fuck nigga off
We don't like your energy
We don't like your energy
These niggas pretend to be
These niggas frenemies
These niggas my enemies
I rather have one thousand enemies then one fake friend
I prefer knowing my opps intentions
Then having a nigga in my circle second guessing
God you can have all my blessings
I got a couple of fiends I ain't stressing
Fake it til you make it I ain't begging
I went to war alone with a couple of weapons
Extended my hand and learned my lesson
Lifted myself from depression
Hot boxing every session
Shit doesn't feel like it's helping
We don't gossip or do no fighting
Stay in your lane or I'll give you an alignment
I'm good with the iron
They faking and lying
Fuck your memories
Ain't feeling your energy
Give a fuck who's a friend of me
Fuck friends god give me enemies
Fuck your memories
Ain't feeling your energy
Give a fuck who's a friend of me
Fuck friends god give me enemies
We ain't feeling your energy
Fuck your energy
These niggas pretend to be they some frenemies
Quick to cut fuck nigga off
We don't like your energy
Quick to cut fuck nigga off
We don't like your energy
We don't like your energy
These niggas pretend to be
These niggas frenemies
These niggas my enemies
I rather have one thousand enemies then one fake friend
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Writer(s): Chris Torres
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