Enemies

[Intro]
Enemies
Death to all my enemies

[Verse 1]
New York niggas soundin' like they was born in Atlanta
Jersey niggas soundin' like they was born in Atlanta
Philly do the same, hope y'all niggas pardon my manners
Niggas man up, ridin' dicks, see I'm really just not a fan of
If Pac was alive, I bet he'd know what the plan was
If B.I.G. was alive, I bet he'd know what the scam was, huh
It be the day that they ever showin' this man love
I ain't here for no damn buzz, nigga, I give my fans blood
Sweat and tears, my enemies best beware
I'm rememberin' them days
That they prayed that my death was near
Yeah, I bleed redemption, my vision is three dimensions
Relieve the tension 'cause there's some shit that I need to mention
Fuck Will Smith and his wife for corruptin' Jaden
And fuck them rich crackers supportin' shit he portrayin'
You don't like what I'm sayin', you really think the truth hurts?
The truth is, a couple of lies is probably gon' do worse
I'm too turnt, fuck a mixtape, or album or best of
And fuck ya favorite artist if he ain't tryin' to invest blood
I stepped up, worship the soul and given the flesh up
Shootin' out Black's Thoughts
Because he ain't showin' my Quest Love
The Roots of all evil in people see what that check does
We ridin' on them people who never tried to respect us
Yeah, y'all niggas gon' remember me
When I'm ridin' on my enemies

[Chorus]
We ridin' on our enemies
Comin' for they neck won't even let 'em breathe
Those who don't respect don't know my pedigree
So I'm screamin' death to all my enemies

We ridin' on our enemies
Comin' for they neck won't even let 'em breathe
Those who don't respect don't know my pedigree
So I'm screamin' death to all my enemies

[Verse 2]
Male niggas actin' like they was born with vaginas
Female niggas actin' like they was born in designer
What I offer is minor, couple thoughts to revive ya
A fire breathin' rebel that's filled with scorchin' saliva
Tell ya boss to advise ya, I'm nothin' to be playin' with
Handlin' guerillas'll kill them niggas who ain't equipped
Who you know as insane as this?
I don't come with no entourage
Show up with my wife and my kids
And blow out ya brains with this
Thoughts on the wall, yeah, that's how you paint the pic
Play the part of Basquiat, bet ya life I'ma change the script
I bleed redemption, my vision's in three dimensions
Relieve the tension 'cause there's some shit that I need to mention
Fuck Bruce Jenner for switchin' genders on TV
Somewhere there's a youngin like "Momma, think that can be me?"
Well damn, I told you my vision's 3D
But it'll take the soul of your son for you to believe me
And they gon' say I'm racist and hateful, and homophobic
Sort like Trump and that garbage he told his voters
Fuck it as long as you own it, think the fans can respect that
Always said what I felt, and I swear I'll never regret that
Yeah, here's a story to break through
Your day one nigga's been jealous since day two
And I dare a nigga tell me this logic it ain't true
They tellin' lies, tryin' to see if this gossip disgrace you
RIDE ON 'EM...

[Chorus]
We ridin' on our enemies
Comin' for they neck won't even let 'em breathe
Those who don't respect don't know my pedigree
So I'm screamin' death to all my enemies

We ridin' on our enemies
Comin' for they neck won't even let 'em breathe
Those who don't respect don't know my pedigree
So I'm screamin' death to all my enemies