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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

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

I shot up they whole fuckin block
I didn't stop
Circled round and I screamed fuck the cops
It's the mob
I still got all a that crazy in me
Cuz it ain't on
I been wit the shit since we was kids
I just didn't talk
This shit really got my fuckin my head
But I just mob
No trust I can't trust you
When I try they do me wrong
Anything I said when we was cool
They go spread it all
Then they twist it up and Hit it wit that remix
That ain't raw
How would all they lives be without me
That would change a lot
You'd still be a square
Workin 9 to 5 for no cash not goin nowhere
You'd still be over there
Less wisdom
Less drive
50 pounds heavier and just as insecure inside

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

Directed by: Raz Simone
Shot & edited by: Jacob Hill
Song produced by: Antwon Vinson & Raz Simone

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