When I Style on My Enemies

Folks have the nerve ta talk shit

I put you on

You're still doin the same exact thing I put you on

Just pay homage, keep it pushin

Yeah, well anyways

This is what it sounds like

When I style on my enemies, enemies

When I style on my enemies, enemies

When I style on my enemies, enemies

When I style on my enemies, enemies

When I style on my enemies, enemies

When I style on my enemies, enemies

When I style on my enemies, enemies

When I style on my enemies, enemies

When we was young we didn't have a job

Thought we had to rob

Took that money and I got some guns

I got a lot

Made more mula and I got some dope

I got it off

All my niggaz we was posted up

It was the mob

3rd street was the fuckin block

I cooked that straight drop

Hit the trap on 28th and jack

Just ta drop shit off

I been doin this before both a my balls ever dropped

Bitch I put you on

And you have the fuckin nerve to talk

While you still do everything I taught

That ain't mob

If everything I did was oh so wrong

Then you would stop

You remind me of Satan a lot

Because you dropped

And you tried to take others with you

Oh my god

Easy to play off people's fears

They get scared a lot

Talkin bout things y'all don't know about

Y'all are lost

I'm just over here advancing forward

While y'all not

On that he said she said she said shit

While I never talk

Never say yo name in any light, any shade

Never place no blame

We just not the same

That don't mean I have ta hate

The world needs folks like you

We can't all be great

We can't all think Straight

Crazy world

Nah we can't all be sane