Mr. Public Enemy

Energy
Y'all don spent a lot energy
Tryna turn me public enemy
Not a single one of y'all niggas ahead of me
Ahli pause the hats I need a head of steam
I'm like Martin Luther King when he had a dream
But my hustling supreme tryna make a mill (yeah)
Way back 2019 struggling for meals
Tired of big steppin I need me some wheels
Praying to the father tryna grease the wheels
Flight catchin take-off tryna Greece the wheels
I changed all the shit that I was stressing all about
Bring it up, I don't know what the fuck you on about

2020 one left home flights to Europe
In the airport zoning out thinking bout euros
Hand shaking young Ahli rubbing elbows
Rude awakening, they switching up the tempo
Y'all can call me international asshole
Taking shots then they moving up the goal posts
Better than you now you mad you losing control
Now you cooking crazy making all them slow roasts
Aye
Y'all be on some hater shit
Out here serving beef you on some waiter shit
Everybody getting smoked nobody innocent
I could do that shit again remember the incident
Nigga, it ain't a coincidence
What's his name spoke and you haven't been heard from him
What's his name spoke and the niggas really came to him
What's his name spoke and the goonies really deaded him

Yeah they ended him
He was on shenanigans
Lyrics not admitting shit incase Interpol listening
The mouth on this nigga man the shit he talking sickening
Shit is sickening
How you mad my future glistening
You ain't make it out the mud shit is thickening
I got ties with em ain't nothing is thicker than
Range Rover guns loaded I got my closure
You weren't really gang man you was a poser
Worried bout me you ain't getting older
Snow ballin man I know that you was on that coca
Jam you up nigga you ain't even taking more shots
Sippin to your death tell the 'tender "more shots"
Look, Imma tell it as it
I don't give fuck whoever in your crew connecting dots
Trust me Im going after shit that meant a lot
Crossing all thee lines man I do that shit a lot
Fargo shut your hoe ass up bitch I'm taking up your spot
I know where you hide man I'm blowing that spot
How you bout to rap about some shit you haven't bought
How you bout to rap about the life you ain't about
Now you bout to represent the life you ain't about
Talking all that wack, is you dropping in a month or sumn
Talk to me nice I could get you thousand streams or sumn
Sitting under trees but I'm really tryna scissor some
Things they've said about me man it's really getting troublesome
Ahli making hits oh you talking bout the other one
I was feeling hella tight on that other one
Closed up that FL already made another one



Credits
Writer(s): Theophilus Chinomona
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