INTRO:
Blow, blow, blow, blow
Yeah... Yeah
Uh, Look
HOOK:
I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Meant a lot of n*ggas that exist in my memories
They tryna take specialties from a n*gga
Knowin bout the kid and I'll pray for a n*gga
VERSE 01:
I got di*ks in real life tryna f*ck up my way
No sunshine, it's only half of my day
My friends always telling me stupid sh*t too
How many girls do a n*gga gotta attend to?
I got problems in my life, 99 in total
I got 4 girls in my head that's in my disposal
I got fake b*tches that I gotta act like I like
So my macking days is over, f*ck em b*tches for life, yeah
HOOK:
VERSE 02:
These songs got me down, man, like I'm out of luck
I wrote this one on the curse, wrote that one in my worse
I wrote that one in blank verse, wrote this on the hearts
I kept writtin sh*t thought it would fix all my parts
I got n*ggas askin me about my code for the wifi
So they can record about they lifetime
And show me pictures of some hoes
Just to show me what's under them clothes
b*tches be draining the loving out of me
I got hoes in my life, I make em feel like they queens
I can hear n*ggas talkin bout what they gonna be
I got small hopes for you n*ggas, i can't see
I got glory in my shorts so all my b*tches will agree
I've had love in my life, but now it's hard to perceive
I create lyrics bout this girl who makes my heart grieve
Well, read up then come see me then and we gon see
HOOK:
VERSE 03:
Uh, f*ck all of you n*ggas, I ain't finished
You keep saying sh*t, promise you'll be distinguished
People don't wanna see me d-d-diss n*ggas and go
I got real problems in life that I seemed to outgrow
I'm tryna tell ya, I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Everyone I seem to meet always has a lot of jealousy
Tryna take specialties from a n*gga
I got tired of listenin to these n*ggas, mike
Uh, come up
HOOK:
OUTRO:
I got enemies man