Enemies...Dames.... [Verse 1] My psychoanalysis lookin grim Doc' Truthfully it started when a n*gga copped that big block 16 years old whippin, used to make the chicks jock Then they killed sarah, I got depressed, then this shit stopped I've always felt pain but this shit wasn't usual Especially all those fake ass bitches that showed to the funeral I kid not, I did watch, it wasn't suitable My lips locked with thick broads that's fuckin beautiful You niggas ain't shit, but youre rapping an image Livin off your parents - I just got back from the clinic I checked myself in - My bitch had left me to rot Started fucking with other n*ggas when I left for the spot Used to split the bills in half, now she tellin me to move Because her name's on the lease That's what a record will do... Fuck it.... I ain't trying to live on section 8 anyway I pull a white bitch, get cake, & now a n*gga straight I did some shit that you n*ggas could never do Thats why yo baby mama hatin cuz im better than you So keep my name out of your mouth bitch That's on bloods and dead gang come to the south bitch! Now seriously, what you know about no-house shit? Diggin out of dumpsters trying to find an outfit You ain't 'bout shit! I swear these niggas out here bitch made Thats why I keep the semi with me and a switch blade Better not switch lanes Im a hood ni*ga I dont fucking rap How the fuck would I be on without a fucking pack? Imma put it to you like this I dont fuck with that Niggas in my city trying to fuck with rap Fuck them hoes that want me back all yall hoes are fucking rats Call it like I see it and you would if you was real Trying to start some shit with niggas in my hood will get you killed That's why I'm Reali-T because I'm real Made a livin off of tellin niggas how I feel And to think, all of this started out as hip hop Now I fuck with platinum nig*as in the big spot Now I'm gettin paid and yall n*ggas can just watch Stay the fuck out my line and out my inbox...ni*ga.......you feel me? Im on the edge.... starting to lose my head....
[Verse 2] I'm burning 16 blunts A DAY Recording and kicked it with niggas Then make a few hundred dollars and spend this shit on a stripper I got a high price lifestyle, this fame and fortune is over due In case i sign a deal I think to myself, so can you So dont diss, Just support the grind of music Im saying anything is possible Once you n*ggas put your mind to it Bitches hit my line now, back then I was dry screwing Now all of a sudden I'm the shit Yall think that I'm stupid? Pop another pain killer, Wash it down with vodka Take a look into the mirror, then I break down and I holla... How many was there when I needed them the most? Playing tug of war with demons while I'm sleeping in the hole I'm went a MONTH without talking, I forgot what voices sound like Just picture a melodic conversation, yeah.. that sound right... Just picture how the fuck I felt on my release date Told him if I see death around the corner, Imma keep straight Free Ray Riggs, bump him till this day Rope around my arm needle gun up to my head Like damn...Ain't no comin back, at least, I hope Then I been trying to get this bitch to strap, I think I need to smoke Got a chick named ashley Just know that when we was close to fame Fell in love in less than a week then never spoke again... I need a novacaine.... Trying to find me? Blood you know the name... Brain.... [ Outro] Im on the edge... Im dealing with these enemies, lames, gold diggers... (x6) Round and round we go... Im on the edge..... Im on the edge.... fucked up in the head... Shoutout to all my n*ggas That don't switch sides n*ggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
