Enemies - Intellectual

[Chorus]

If you not riding for the niggas then i guess we mortal enemies

I put blood sweat and tears mixed with codeine, that's the recipe

I wave my TEC up in the air, on the streets they call me referee

I put codeine in my sprite and popped it out for some energy

I can fuck with you 'cause on the low you be picking sides

I ain't satisfied until i know that every nigga dies

Started out from nothing, this a young nigga enterprise

We popping out with somеthing, running racks nigga exercise

Niggas talking gang, Smith and Wеsson we can bang it out

Heavy-hearted nigga with some pain imma smoke it out

Bitch you wasn't with me from the start and niggas know it now

Cut a couple niggas from the team 'cause the ain't showing out

I never turn my back unless you turn your back on me first

Bitch knew i was stressed, so she backed that ass in reverse

Yeah i know my money long, nothing new except a new verse

Yeah i guess there's nothing wrong with counting hunnids till my wrist hurts

Swear to god i put in work when off the Percs or off the Prozac

This the life i wouldn't change no matter what, i wouldn't go back

Niggas said be myself, so ever since an nigga been that

You not with me, you against me, we can slug it out just know that