Are you a friend of me, or an enemy?
I recorded, mixed, chopped and screwed all that you hear. Beats were found on mp3.com & soundclick.com's from UG producers.
Lyrics
When enough ain't enough got the pistol in hand, mind meditated, lord said you def to learn to lesson, but damn - I just missed it.
Could you call it a bastard, dressed in black prepared for a robbery, the marks got heat - now get prepared for a murder scene. All that could feel it, jump on stage wit me, while we flip it up and toss it up, soulja till the day that I die, all on duty, grab the pistol get your boots, I want you here when I call you, can't fade me I want the loot.
20 elbows on the frontline, plus mine, hand on my side cause I want mine, drama; mama - don't cry cause I don't got 9 lives, live 1 die 1 - live it like I'll die young.
Smoking a Kool, plotting mean shit in retaliation to this beef, got me feeling really rude.
I'm so smooth wit it, smooth wit it - act a fool boast about your clique, I'mma have to get rude wit it. Eyes redder than the drop; act a foo put a hole in your top.
