Enemies frenemies
smiling in your face digging holes right behind your back
enemies frenemies, you see them, enemies frenemies
i said run up, trust me man

Cause and effect
the frustration kill your energy your filled with regret
your surroundings turn to enemies because they expect
to always take but never give still demand your respect
you got me itching on my middle finger
son of a gun, my lord don't make me press the trigger
fake smiles these young kings thinking that they Jigga
i drop bombs on em, for all the real...
everybody think they king of the castle
i guess i'm homeless mothafucka i'm so sick of the hassle
been doing it, day one dedication my son
five lungs a heavy duty watch me cut off their tongue
yes, payback's a bitch
redrum, dead bodies, treat em just like a snitch
i'm all down with having nothing being poor getting rich
they acting Russell with no hustle they just bitches with dicks

Enemies frenemies
trust me man
Suckers must be crazy playing games with the white boy
Enemies frenemies
trust me man
smiling in your face digging holes right behind your back

Let it breath for a minute / 46
just let it breath for a minute
smiling in your face digging holes right behind your back

One man army music be the mission
seen to many snakes but kept alive the vision
i say it once again fuck the competition
don't need to see the fakes, only observe and listen
crash dummies heading for collision
they need a father figure, so they don't end up missing
hold em by the hand give em all you can
next thing you know they become the man
schooling you through life like it's an exam
the choices that you make they don't understand
they'd rather follow the pack than stand alone fam, goddamn

Like drugs to the brain
overdosing on your ego that can drive you insane
they only in it to gain
i mean i'm part of the culture but i ain't part of the game
wanna piece of the pie?
rest in peace imitation got you living a lie
it's all a matter of perspective not a matter of time
you was sleeping on the kid now it's eye for an eye
blood on beats, what the fuck y'all telling me?
tryna keep cool but my mind ain't letting me
blame it on the tension i'm just placing the facts
i'll need a ak47 to relax / ratatatat / bbrrrr
yes, gun play, suicide dolls thinking rap is a runway
pozers striking poses shit is out of control
their reality's a movie they just playing a role

Enemies frenemies
trust me man
smiling in your face digging holes right behind your back
Enemies frenemies
trust me man
Suckers must be crazy playing games with the white boy