Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Enemies, artist - Ransom. Album song Greatest Rapper Alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Enemies |
| New York niggas soundin' like they was born in Atlanta |
| Jersey niggas soundin' like they was born in Atlanta |
| Philly do the same, hope y’all niggas pardon my manners |
| Niggas man up, ridin' dicks, see I’m really just not a fan of |
| If Pac was alive, I bet he’d know what the plan was |
| If B.I.G. |
| was alive, I bet he’d know what the scam was, huh |
| It be the day that they ever showin' this man love |
| I ain’t here for no damn buzz, nigga, I give my fans blood |
| Sweat and tears, my enemies best beware |
| I’m rememberin' them days |
| That they prayed that my death was near |
| Yeah, I bleed redemption, my vision is three dimensions |
| Relieve the tension 'cause there’s some shit that I need to mention |
| Fuck Will Smith and his wife for corruptin' Jaden |
| And fuck them rich crackers supportin' shit he portrayin' |
| You don’t like what I’m sayin', you really think the truth hurts? |
| The truth is, a couple of lies is probably gon' do worse |
| I’m too turnt, fuck a mixtape, or album or best of |
| And fuck ya favorite artist if he ain’t tryin' to invest blood |
| I stepped up, worship the soul and given the flesh up |
| Shootin' out Black’s Thoughts |
| Because he ain’t showin' my Quest Love |
| The Roots of all evil in people see what that check does |
| We ridin' on them people who never tried to respect us |
| Yeah, y’all niggas gon' remember me |
| When I’m ridin' on my enemies |
| We ridin' on our enemies |
| Comin' for they neck won’t even let 'em breathe |
| Those who don’t respect don’t know my pedigree |
| So I’m screamin' death to all my enemies |
| We ridin' on our enemies |
| Comin' for they neck won’t even let 'em breathe |
| Those who don’t respect don’t know my pedigree |
| So I’m screamin' death to all my enemies |
| Male niggas actin' like they was born with vaginas |
| Female niggas actin' like they was born in designer |
| What I offer is minor, couple thoughts to revive ya |
| A fire breathin' rebel that’s filled with scorchin' saliva |
| Tell ya boss to advise ya, I’m nothin' to be playin' with |
| Handlin' guerillas’ll kill them niggas who ain’t equipped |
| Who you know as insane as this? |
| I don’t come with no entourage |
| Show up with my wife and my kids |
| And blow out ya brains with this |
| Thoughts on the wall, yeah, that’s how you paint the pic |
| Play the part of Basquiat, bet ya life I’ma change the script |
| I bleed redemption, my vision’s in three dimensions |
| Relieve the tension 'cause there’s some shit that I need to mention |
| Fuck Bruce Jenner for switchin' genders on TV |
| Somewhere there’s a youngin like «Momma, think that can be me?» |
| Well damn, I told you my vision’s 3D |
| But it’ll take the soul of your son for you to believe me |
| And they gon' say I’m racist and hateful, and homophobic |
| Sort like Trump and that garbage he told his voters |
| Fuck it as long as you own it, think the fans can respect that |
| Always said what I felt, and I swear I’ll never regret that |
| Yeah, here’s a story to break through |
| Your day one nigga’s been jealous since day two |
| And I dare a nigga tell me this logic it ain’t true |
| They tellin' lies, tryin' to see if this gossip disgrace you |
| RIDE ON 'EM… |
| We ridin' on our enemies |
| Comin' for they neck won’t even let 'em breathe |
| Those who don’t respect don’t know my pedigree |
| So I’m screamin' death to all my enemies |
| We ridin' on our enemies |
| Comin' for they neck won’t even let 'em breathe |
| Those who don’t respect don’t know my pedigree |
| So I’m screamin' death to all my enemies |