Lyrics Enemies - M.I Abaga, Patoranking

Enemies

You know Jude
Hmm, oh my God
That guy is just something else
He’s so jealous of his brother
He’s so jealous
Like he’s envious
He’s talking ill of them
He’s not even happy for their success
He’s so jealous and so bitter
Obviously because he hasn’t been getting shows
You know, he’s jus there
It’s almost like he’s fallen off the surface of the industry, you know
And he doesn’t hide it at all
You know Jude and I are very close
We’re very very close
Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back
Yea, na so the thing be
Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back
Look straight into the eyes of the enemies
WhatYaSay
Ya
Enemies, enemies
Everywhere i look, enemies
Watching me close like a journalist
These enemies
Oh Lord have mercy mercy on me
Niggas are thirsty thirsty thirsty
Plotting to hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
Lord have mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy
Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back
Oh Lord have mercy upon mally soul
Enemies around me wherever I go
Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back
Oh Lord have mercy on my soul
Enemy wan take control o
— M. I
Yea
Listen real close my brother… my brother
Be careful who you tell about your lover… your lover
Be careful who you carry to your mother… your brother
Alot of enemies they be hiding under cover
In every 12, there’s one Judas
For every 2Pac, you got shooters
True that
For every Ceasar, there’s one Brutus
Wherever food at, you got looters
Tell me who that
Cos they want your breakfast, they want your lunch
They want your pictures, they want to munch
If you speaking, check in their phone
They might be recording, my nigga bone
Yea mehn i’ve seen it all
If Oluwa hadn’t been involved
Yea… a nigga would have never balled
Ah cos people wanna see me fall
All these
— Patoranking
Enemies, enemies
Everywhere i look, enemies
Watching me close like a journalist
These enemies
Oh Lord have mercy mercy on me
Niggas are thirsty thirsty thirsty
Plotting to hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
Lord have mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy
Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back
Oh Lord have mercy upon mally soul
Enemies around me wherever I go
Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back
Oh Lord have mercy on my soul
Enemy wan take control o
— M. I
Yo, a little advice to you my sister
I know you love and trust your mister
But your best friend is asking you to gist her
Cos she wants to know how he treats you
Is he sweet to you?
Does he cheat you?
You sef dey yarn how your deep shoes
When he comes to visit, she wear see through
When he wants to eat, she makes sweet soup
Mama see you
Still thinking that your girl got your back
Na so many girls, no dey fear, them relax
Until one day when your man come say to you
Make your girl come play on the bed and you react huh
Ah, kasala don burst
Now your man’s gone to another one’s touch
Cos your girls been jealous since you met him
Waiting just to get him
Mama tell me who you gon trust
Not these… these
— Patoranking
Enemies, enemies
Everywhere i look, enemies
Watching me close like a journalist
These enemies
Oh Lord have mercy mercy on me
Just let the fire burn haters haters
Let the fire burn huh huhn
Just let the fire burn haters
Let the fire burn ahn ahn
Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back
We know wan see them no more
Tell them we no wan see them no more
Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back u
— Patoranking
Enemies enough like sand and beach
And so we tell them say fire pon witch
Me no wan see them go ina me kitchen
When we are play, none of them a snitch ya
Them a fear cause
Me no wan see none of them haters
Them a fear cause
Tell em fit give you hundred acres
I will issue them a topic, dem a discuss
When we fresh, men dem wan dress pass
I carry their face like big blocks
Tell them they are covered by Jesus
Enemies keep running inna me premises
Them no care about nemesis
Them pon we skin like allergies
Them a look and fit strategy
Them a say this, them a say that
Them a hate this, and them a hate that
Yo
Them a say this, them a say that
Them a hate this, and them a hate that
Enemies make you pack and go
Enemies we no wan to see you no more
Enemies make you pack and go
Patoranking, Chairman, me na say so