The Enemy

Bout to begin.
i drive up and down harlem blocks
iced out watch knots in my socks
cops think im sellin rocks pullin me over
to see if im drunk but im sober
they wouldent fuck with me if i drove a rover
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Credits
Writer(s): Lamont Coleman, Christopher E. Martin, Joseph Cartagena
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