The Enemy Lyrics

Aye, turn me up

I'm tryna talk to em

No love for the enemy

Only got love for what goes in the safe

That boy ain't no friend to me

See me in person, I'll spit in your face

Made a play in the city

The GPS take me the way to the bank

They asking me questions

But fuck em bro, I ain't got nothing to say

No love for the enemy

Only got love for what goes in the safe

That boy ain't no friend to me

See me in person, I'll spit in your face

Made a play in the city

The GPS take me the way to the bank

They asking me questions

But fuck em bro, I ain't got nothing to say

Headed towards plaques

Accomplishments hang up on studio walls

I ain't calling y'all back

Y'all had your chance, now Ima ball

I ain't doing no tracks

You paying the fee if we pick up the call

Bro, look at the facts

I do what they won't so you know Ima ball

Fuck all the opps

Handed them L's when they brought up my name

They claiming they rich

Triple your car when I paid for my chain

My fans say I'm lit

You typing out posts while I'm getting on stage

So how about you tag me

So I can come call you a bitch to your face

Lil' boy you a hoe

At this point I'm just saying shit that we know

We hit all the cities and played all the shows

I'm wearing them diamonds and chasing the gold

Just spent a bag that I made off my clothes

My hand on her thigh while I'm pourin a 4

Trying to take the music as far as it go

Trying to go get it and get it some more

I got her right bro, go and ask her

Handing out the bread like pastors

We got nothing on silver platters

Fight our way right through disasters

Everyday mind over matter

Key to win my mind the factor

Ima climb right up the ladder

Take my shot and let it shatter

No love for the enemy

Only got love for what goes in the safe

That boy ain't no friend to me

See me in person, I'll spit in your face

Made a play in the city

The GPS take me the way to the bank

They asking me questions

But fuck em bro, I ain't got nothing to say

No love for the enemy

Only got love for what goes in the safe

That boy ain't no friend to me

See me in person, I'll spit in your face

Made a play in the city

The GPS take me the way to the bank

They asking me questions

But fuck em bro, I ain't got nothing to say