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Enemies Lyrics - Artist : Morrisson
Nobody move it's a stick up
I'm hungry and right now you're looking like dinner I was on that broke shit but then I fixed up A couple friends tried to snake So they got cut then cropped out the picture Fuck a postcode war I don't beef over nonsense But put one hand on my p's I will leave you unconscious I'm in the weed house, weed and my trees going bonkers But I'm still the one squeezing this shotgun My opps can tell you this geezer's a problem I got problems, but money and girls ain't one of them I ran through a million pound and I never give a girl one of them I don't get paid off of music, M I get paid in the streets My skin's covered in war wounds But I still look good when I take off my T Man load guns and they aim them at me They're tryna put my face on a T I grew up with nothing like you So tell me why you're hating on me I went OT and I stayed there for weeks I slept in my car in my trainers and jeans I come up from nothing, you stayed on nothing And you act like you blame that on me I got so many pagans So many enemies So many haters So many traitors So many frenemies And them men wish death on me Got me feeling like 50 I'm loyal to the man that are next to me My loyalty'll probably be the death of me Cause this geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem I push whip after whip Push brick after brick Had war after war Emptied that clip after clip I done lonely nights in that jailhouse I done lonely nights in that trap When we're posted up in that club We're the only white man with straps When it's pick on the white boy season We were them white boys that didn't have it I'm the realest white boy in this rap shit I'll give my life for my fam I rep east of the city where the killers be Where young black boys go on killing sprees And even white boys hold up big machines And go on shootouts in their skinny jeans RMT, I rep the realest team I pack a Glock cause I'm still in beef I would've killed you then I'll still kill you now That killing shit is still in me I cut down 150 trees Then I stunk out 150 streets I went OT for like 3 days Then game back with like 50 G's And we take care of our little G's And we're big deals, Mizzy B It's loyalty before royalty That's why Joe and Luke are still with the team Yo Abdi, grab the scissors G Cause we're about to cut down a mantis Fuck Cali pots we got British pot Grown in some council houses I got so many pagans So many enemies So many haters So many traitors So many frenemies And them men wish death on me Got me feeling like 50 I'm loyal to the man that are next to me My loyalty'll probably be the death of me Cause this geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem This geezer's a problem We were just tryna do us Then man try call out my team So I ain't been tryna get money I been tryna sort out this beef Cause these pagans have got me on a cruddy one Me and big deals roll around with a couple guns We caught a pagan then we touched him Then the next day we went and caught another one I got another new chick with another yard That's another new crop for another plant That's another 100 trees, shakin' legs In the bedroom doing the money dance I put a whole lot of stress on my mother's arse I put a whole lot of stress on my own one See that 100 grand Range that you're renting It drives good and I know cause I own one Bruv I didn't have P's so I stole some I couldn't get weed till I learnt how to grow some The light M changed for the money [?] for the money I just grown up When it's time to put in work bruv I stay calm When that beef kicks off bruv I go nuts That's when the Shoguns come out The burners get dug up And old friends get left all soaked up Cause I'm in late and I'm out early Fuck love I need Pound Sterling Steve's got his bricks only 3 for sale That's the other 5 bricks in the Van Persie Cousin Max keeps a chopper on him He's a schizophrenic so don't be boggin' at him He's always starting beef he's always in the wrong That's my little cousin so I gotta back him |
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