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Enemies

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Enemies was released on January 26, 2018 by Just Jam as a part of the album Enemies - Single

Song Details

AlbumEnemies - Single

Release DateJanuary 26, 2018

LabelJust Jam

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM129

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

(Morrisson, Morrisson)

No-no-nobody move, it's a stickup

I'm hungry and right now you're lookin' like dinner

I was on that broke shit but then I fixed up

A couple friends try and 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 Ps, I will leave you unconscious

I'm in the weedhouse, me and trees gone bonkers

But I'm still one squeezin' the 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 'em

I don't get paid off of music, M, I get paid in the streets

My skin is covered in war wounds

But I still look good when I take off my T

Man load guns and they aim 'em at me

They tryna put my face on a T

I grew up with nothing like you

So tell me why you're hatin' on me

I went OT and I stayed there for weeks

I slept in my car in my trainers and jeans

I come up off nothing, you stayed on nothing

And you act like you blame that on me

[Verse 2]

I got so many pagans

So many enemies, so many haters, so many traitors

So many frenemies

Many men wish death on me

Got me feelin' like 50

I'm-I'm loyal to the man that are next to me

My loyalty'll probably be the death of me

[Verse 3]

'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

[Verse 4]

I push whip after whip, push brick after brick

At war after war, emptied out 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 family

I rep east of the city where the killers be

Where young black boys go on killin' sprees

And even white boys on the 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 killin' shit is still in me, I cut down a hundred and fifty trees

Then I stunk out a hundred and fifty streets

I went OT for like three days then came back with like fifty Gs

And we take care of our little Gs and we're big deal, Mizzy B

It's loyalty before royalty, that's why Joe and Luke still with the team

Yo, Abdi, grab the scissors, G

'Cause we're about to cut down a mantis

Fuck Cali pot, we got British pot

Grown in some council housing

[Verse 5]

I got so many pagans

So many enemies, so many haters, so many traitors

So many frenemies

Many men wish death on me

Got me feelin' like 50

I'm-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

[Verse 6]

We-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

These pagans have got me on a cruddy one

Me and big deals roll around with a couple guns

We caught a pagan and we touched him

Then the next day we went and caught another one

Got another new chick with another yard

That's another new crop for another plant

That's another hundred trees shakin' legs

In the bedroom doin' the money dance

I put a whole lot of stress on my mother's ass

I got a whole lot of stress on my own one

See the hundred-grand Range that you're rentin'

Drives good and I know 'cause I own one

Brother didn't have ki's so I stole some

I couldn't get weed till I learned how to grow some

The light in me changed for the money

I ain't changed 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 three for sale

That's the other five bricks in the Van Persie

Cousin Max keeps the chopper on him

He's a schizophrenic so don't be buggin' at him

He's always startin' beef, he's always in the wrong

That's my little cousin so I gotta back him

Written by: Damien Morris

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