enemies
Yeah I got enemies , so many enemies, why they gotta hate on me ? Yeah I got enemies, 45 up my sleeve , I gotta let that trigger squeeze Yeah I got enemies , so many enemies, always wanna come at me Yeah I got enemies , so many enemies , you fuck with me , I'll make you bleed Yeah I made some enemies , but fuck them niggas anyways If they really wanted smoke, then pull up on me any day I ain't really worried tho, I'm smoking on that Mary J High as a kite while I hold the stick, I'm down to play Living in this concrete jungle , I'm the apex you're the prey Anywhere i fucking go , I know I'll always get a plate Never going hungry, to my lord i will always pray
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