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Enemies
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Enemies adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Think It's A Game/Warner Records tarafından 21 Şubat 2020 tarihinde yayınlandı2 Sides of da Bottom
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Çıkış Tarihi21 Şubat 2020
FirmaThink It's A Game/Warner Records
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM81

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Posa
Posa
Performer
Rubberband OG
Rubberband OG
Performer
Stxnk
Stxnk
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abdul Ali Brown
Abdul Ali Brown
Songwriter
Cortez Deontay Oates
Cortez Deontay Oates
Songwriter
Karvin Jones
Karvin Jones
Songwriter
Roney Williams Jr
Roney Williams Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Horesco
Johnny Horesco
Mastering Engineer
Daniela Rivera
Daniela Rivera
Mixing Engineer
Stxnk
Stxnk
Producer
David Le
David Le
Recording Engineer

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[Intro]
(48Hz)
[Chorus]
Seen my friends turn to enemies
I done seen my friends turn to enemies
Gotta keep my grass cut, you know how **** scheme
[Instrumental]
You the type to fold under pressure
Type to hate on the low, know you mad you ain't part of my schedule
Too much dirt on my name, still diggin', brought me a shovel
****, fuck what you heard, you a scrub, boy, I'm a rebel
Off with your head, I'm in your pockets, blood on your beanie
Be the **** you with playin' blind, I know you see me
Won't let you use me, I'm still on point when I'm sleepin'
Don't you hold onto your pockets, you tryna cheat me
This shit ain't come overnight, this shit wasn't easy
My attention like a hit of brown, know you need it
Know she scheming, I'ma still fuck that bitch to Weezy
Want me gone, you the type to tell them people keep me
[Chorus]
Seen my friends turn to enemies
I done seen my friends turn to enemies
Gotta keep my grass cut, you know how **** scheme
[Verse 1]
**** hate like I ain't grind for this shit, come home, the water off
Baking soda on top of the dope, tryna stretch a quarter soft
Don't need no overtime, just got the work, I'm tryna get off (Get off)
My youngin in the cut, you try to rob, he blow your shit off
This shit here took time (Time), ****, I had to grind (Grind)
You ain't help me rock no shows, you ain't help me write no rhymes (No rhymes)
Buy a pound, break it down, selling nicks and dimes (Ooh)
Collect calls from the jail, hear my mama cryin' (Shit)
I know **** fake (Fake), most these **** snakes (Snakes)
You can feed 'em, but they still might turn around and steal your plate (True)
Why do **** hate? (True), just let me be great (Great)
Guess they mad I'm in a mansion, but I came from Section 8, straight up
[Chorus]
Seen my friends turn to enemies
I done seen my friends turn to enemies
Gotta keep my grass cut, you know how **** scheme
Written by: Abdul Ali Brown, Cortez Deontay Oates, Karvin Jones, Roney Williams Jr
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