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点击复制Energy (Freestyle) - Meek Mill
I got enemies got a lot of enemies
I don't really f**k with these ni**a's in the industry
Know a couple ni**a's from the hood want to finish me
And put me on a t shirt rip and memory
So I'm riding around with a drum and a glock
On the gram ni**a's said I couldn't come to my block
So I came through that b**th me myself in a drop
Ni**a's know they touch me blr something get dropped
Man I don't bang with these suckers I don't play with no hoes
I do the walk through for 60 and get like 80 a show
And I don't got out no single I thinking maybe they know
Meek Milly realest to do it and I can play at the floor ya heard
I got enemies got a lot of enemies
We f**king to Dej Loaf me you and some Hennessy
She gon' suck me off 'til she drain me of my energy
Flexing it be f**king with these ni**a's mentally
Is instagram hurting your heart ni**a
Vs stones on me still work in the dark ni**a
Hundred and six shots pull up and park ni**a's
Jump in the big drop button to start ni**a
Murder was the case that they gave us spanked it
Real ni**a's back in style they should thank us
All these rap a** ni**a's really wanksters
Real recognize the real you a stranger
Hoes sell their souls for some baller alert
Ni**a's and they fake jewels need a frauding alert
Put me on watch buster tell em all what it's worth
Bet they say couple milli audemar with the works
New roll bust down call that big meech
Every time I drop sh*t hot fish grease
Every time you drop it is not that heat
Called your album seven days boy that sh*t weak
Motivating the hood still hot in the burbs
Still getting this money they think we got them birds
Every time I spit that's a thousand a word
Spoke it right to the system they say it's power in words
Ni**a we chosen we was chosen
Me omelly had them hoes in now it's rollses
Back to back screaming told ya ni**a's owed us
And they said they would expose us never showed us
F**k them ni**a's though
I got enemies got a lot of enemies
They was just cooling with me hating call them frienemies
I ain't really tripping we got arms like a centipede
Cause if I lose my cool I could turn them into memories
I'm gone I said I'm gone
Be the same ni**a's hating on the chasers mad we ain't put them on
F**k them ni**a's though