Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When I Style on My Enemies, artist - Raz Simone. Date of issue: 29.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
When I Style on My Enemies |
| Folks have the nerve ta talk shit |
| When I put you on |
| You’re still doing the same exact thing that I put you on |
| Now just pay homage and keep it pushin |
| Huh, yeah |
| Well anyways |
| This is what it sounds like… |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When we was young we didn’t have a job |
| Thought we had to rob |
| Took that money and I got some guns |
| I got a lot |
| Made more money and I got some dope |
| I got it off |
| All my niggas we was posted up |
| It was the mob |
| 3rd street was the fuckin block |
| I cooked that straight drop |
| Hit the trap on 28th and jack |
| Just ta drop shit off |
| I been doin this before both a my balls ever dropped |
| Bitch I put you on |
| And you have the fuckin nerve to talk |
| While you still do everything I taught |
| That ain’t mob |
| If everything I did was oh so wrong |
| Then you would stop |
| You remind me of Satan a lot |
| Because you dropped |
| And you tried to take others with you |
| Oh my god |
| It’s easy to play off people’s fears |
| They get scared a lot |
| Talkin bout things you don’t know about |
| Y’all are lost |
| I’m just over here advancing forward |
| While y’all not |
| On that he said she said she said shit |
| While I never talk |
| Never said yo name in any light, any shade |
| Never placed no blame |
| We just not the same |
| That don’t mean I have ta hate |
| The world needs folk like you |
| We can’t all be great |
| We can’t all think Straight |
| Crazy world |
| Nah we can’t all be sane |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| I shot up they whole fuckin block |
| I didn’t stop |
| Circled round and I screamed fuck the cops |
| It’s the mob |
| I still got all a that crazy in me |
| Cuz it ain’t on |
| I been wit the shot since we was kids |
| I just didn’t talk |
| This shit it really fucked my head |
| But I just mob |
| No trust I can’t trust you |
| When I try they do me wrong |
| Anything I said when we was cool |
| They go spread it all |
| Then they twist it up and Hit it wit that remix |
| That ain’t raw |
| How would all they lives be without me |
| That would change a lot |
| You’d still be a square |
| Workin 9 to 5 for no cash not goin nowhere |
| You’d still be over there |
| Less wisdom |
| Less drive |
| 50 pounds heavier and just as insecure inside |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |
| When I Style on my enemies, enemies |