They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes   Ridin' thinkin' I don't know   They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes   Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors      I wake up knowin' I'm bout to see 'em all in my face   Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place   I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space   And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place      So a lotta niggas in this club popin' bub that's phony   Actin' like they got nothin' but love for the homie   Straight two face, they like them niggas at Sony   Now ain't you the mayor? I'm the one and only      For the longest me and my niggas been hittin'   This town like a storm   And now you gotta see me and penny arm to arm   One day you don't get it, keep tryin' nigga   Ya right you ballin', keep lyin' nigga      I know a llot a ballers, half of 'em hatin' me   Bankrupt bitch you must ain't see my moms lately   Be damned if you like me, give a fuck what you rate me   I only know two words the nigga thats payin' me      Now we fin stop talkin' shit about J.D   'Cuz he been doin' this shit since yall was babies   How you goin' try to degrade me?   Yall ain't my friends think I ain't crazy      My enemies dressed in my friends clothes   Ridin' thinkin' I don't know   They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes   Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors      They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes   Ridin' thinkin' I don't know   They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes   Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors      I wake up knowin' I'm 'bout to see'em all in my face   Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place   I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space   And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place      Now I'ma chicka chill till the moment I lose mine   And when I lose mine gun stores gonna lose nines   I thought you knew Kwon keep eight on the waist line   I'm from the Lou, Kwon flip ace to waste time   I spit it for nigga so you don't feel my shit      She a whore I don't like her you can kill my bitch   You wanna war what for I peel this bitch   Body lifted, nothin' with it I don't need this shit   You my enemy dressed in my friends clothes   But when there's a shoot out   You do better than Shaq do with free throws      A bunch of niggas trippin' they got the game wrong   A bunch of niggas feelin' like me who bumpin' the same song   I'm evil, why you thinkin' you gonna take my spot?   Waitin' till my album drop, quit thinkin' you Pac   And you rappin' hardcore and you knowin' you pop   And you sayin' you a realer when you knowin' you not      They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes   Ridin' thinkin' I don't know   They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes   Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors      They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes   Ridin' thinkin' I don't know   They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes   Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors      I wake up knowin' I'm bout to see 'em all in my face   Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place   I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space   And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place   They my enemies