Enemy - JID

Cole, you stupid Look, you told me never let this get a hold of me You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please I don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea God knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me Niggas ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks You right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people I finally bought a home to raise my family I'm done with all the hoes and they anatomies I tried to call your phone again, you said, "It wasn't on" And by the time you got my letter, I was long gone Back on the road, gone with the wind blows Packin' the shows, hoes and nymphos, platinum and gold You know how this shit go when family's gone You don't know what you here for, uh Just remember, remember who I am, mm Mommies, daughters, models, callers Ballers, fathers, all have fallen Mommies, daughters, models, callers Ballers, fathers, all have fallen Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game 'Cause soon as niggas get a little change, niggas change And playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain You heard a song and said I did the same thing You seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets I'm on the wrong track, road back, fuck it, I'm hittin' it On the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough She know she happy that we doin' better than before As long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul I felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in the megaphone Said, "I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on" I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself Asked questions, choices, destination, courses Highways, routes, Royces rollin', voices goin' on and on and on, it's noisy I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds That combine with misogynistic mindsets Dialect from slave, diatribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest I tossed that mindset overboard like an object I'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects 'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor And now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore And show my niggas somethin' that we never seen before Open doors, so you know I'm goin' Back on the road, gone with the wind blows Packin' the shows, hoes and nymphos, platinum and gold You know how this shit go when family's gone You don't know what you here for, uh Just remember, remember who I am, mm Mommies, daughters, models, callers Ballers, fathers, all have fallen Mommies, daughters, models, callers Ballers, fathers, all have fallen Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face? Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face? Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way Look, I never gave that much a fuck about this shit To let it challenge my integrity But you questionin' me, got me back and you thinkin' less of me The lesson in this shit is we should talk Face to face, fuck the messagin' Meet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin Lil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies Stunt like my dad, I'm a druggie Money in my hands but it's bloody Try to understand if you love me, ayy Make plans, we can roll like the old days FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face We don't talk often, when we do, it's an "Are you okay?" Somebody fuckin' with you? I'm on the way It's on the waist, I can tell the way you live, that ain't the case Figured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family And you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings And ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen Like when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone Writin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong Last time I seen you, we was sendin' her home October, November, December was gone But on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom I'm talkin' to you now, but can I see you tomorrow? I could be on the way soon as I finish this song So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin' And I don't fuck with the Devil but I know he pursuin' And I know that Jesus died, 33, like Ewing And he prolly did the same shit that we like doin' I know you got to feel the animosity brewin' It's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that Send me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back since you actin' as if you- We're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (aw) That's fucked (that's fucked, that's fucked, man, that's right)

Our offense is oh so, our defense dominate We got that winning combination To what? to regulate Offense is oh so (Forever) Yeah 2007, Cole dropped The Come Up I was in high school playin' corner I never dreamt of mumblin' words in front of hundreds Studyin' plays all summer I'll hit the league if my growth spurt come in, on my mom 2009, bro dropped The Warm Up I was in warm-ups playin' Weezy And Yukimi, Little Dragon, flame breathin' the weed Patrick had the studio dorm room next to me I freestyled over his beats My nigga Keys transferrеd in from Tennessee He's a rеceiver, I played db like Aqib Snatch a nigga chain, Talib Talib Kweli, I could be lyrically, but I put on cleats Scribbled lines goin' through my mind like a paper piece While I covered three, playin' nickel Doin' safety reads, watch the flats I can rap, but I rather tackle and pedal back Get a pick when my growth spurt hit I'ma be captain, and I was around 2010, no cap I got 'Freshman Player of the Year' And figured I was on track This nigga Pat' been in my ear talkin' 'bout rhymin' on tracks So after practice we record and then we got it on wax And on campus I heard about A couple rappers from Atlanta Said them niggas was snappin' Maybe we could make somethin' happen and shit I wasn't serious enough to even be curious And we lose like every game, so every day I be furious So, the spirit of a nigga had changed To the point I had to reframe And focus my skills for other things I took the steel wheel, I'm steerin' in other lanes But my fuel on low and my oil need to be changed Amongst all the other shit that's goin' in my brain My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name He did a nickel and a dime in time Probably be stayin' with my mom And dad probably get mad, actin' lame some times Uh, look The Sideline Story came out September of 2011 Ib said around that time We was huntin' for a record, under lots of pressure Just combine the leverage with a better effort You could find a sound to get us out the underground forever Maybe you can bless a little brown effervescent kid Youngest of seven from the six, eight sections Section.80 dropped, yeah We used to play that shit to death And if I recollect correct You tried to sign him for yourself All the while I was 'round my out of town college, wildin' out Restaurants, Destin dinin', dashin', call it dinin' out Fuckin' bitches, 'posed to be in class But I was hiding out My friends take a little shot, smoke a lot of cannabis Coolest nigga on the campus Now a nigga skippin' practices And actin' like a rock star Going from in the dorm to in the car, leavin' the football field But fuck that, we still sorry, and the problems from the home front On my home screen callin' me, I don't wanna answer My brother Carl hit me, said my granny had cancer I'm 'posed to graduate and make my way back to Atlanta No job, no money or nothin' from ballin' Because between that and school, that was really all And maybe here's the back that broke the camel with the straw I wasn't on camera with them amateurs that they saw But they said they still caught me and my dawgs stealin' boxes Like Craig on his day off Called us in the office day before we 'posed to walk, uh Called a squad car, a couple officers I know bro was finna tell, he was lookin' nauseous Now I'm sittin' in a cell, nigga double crossed us Crossed me off the list for scholarship because I lost it No more football, my red-shirt senior season, exhausted, so I'm off it And I'm right back in Atlanta with a half a gram of weed And a gold Pontiac that my granny had bought for me I was sleepin' in the back, my dad kicked me in the streets When he saw my neck tatted, then I told him I was rappin' Fuck school, no goin' back, he said If I can not follow his rules, just go and pack Told you he be actin' lame some times This my son, he came from these nuts This negro come back from school All tatted up like the Sistine Chapel Talkin' 'bout he ain't playin' football no more Because he know he ain't goin' pro (Hey, it's a standard that you left the house) But he left on a full scholarship to go to school and get a degree Because we taught education was the number one thing Anyway He came back, determined to do what he was determined to do And I know because I know he, he is, who he is, we taught him Hey, whatever you do, put your full self into it So he did that, anyway He's back home, I ain't with that So I'm sayin' "Hey, you got to go to work" And he sayin' "Hey, this is my job, what I'm about to do" So I'm like "Hey man, some times you got to work To do what you really wanna do" We went through this whole brain wrestle But anyway, he won He decided that "Hey dad, I'm puttin' this thing, I'm doin' this "This is my job" and he committed to it And hey, the rest is history I'm lookin' at him, I believe in him I know what was in him All him and his brothers and sisters They all got the same mindset Do your best Give a hundred percent Or don't do it at all So, I know whatever he put his all into It was gon' be golden Anyway Look March 10th, 2017, The Never Story dropped And I'm comin' off of tour with ___ That was three years after openin' up for Ab-Soul But it's EARTHGANG's set, I only came to do a song DoeBurger used to say "Ayy bro, this lil' nigga cold Keep on doin' what you doin' You gon' make it, you 'gon blow" I ain't know that Ced had went ahead And played my shit for Cole But I knew he knew the game, and he pulled up to his show And then that's where we first met, but I ain't think of it no more 'Til Ced Brown said that I should open up For Omen on my own shit, if I wanted Only four cities Maybe we get Rob Gibbs on the phonin', I got to hone in In the game grown men uncomfortable in they own skin But all I wanted was a chance It feel like I'm in a mannequin challenge Still stance, but I'm still standin' 'Til my nigga lend a hand and I'm no longer stranded Lookin' for strengths in the streets of East Atlanta Momma said "Don't take advice, they gon' try and take advantage" I was 'bout to sign with Coach K, I ain't take the advance Cole say "Hold on, wait, bro, I got the plan So come on, damn, lil nigga Come on, shit, let's roll, fuck" Shsh, yo, that's crazy That's crazy, yo JID, I remember I remember you came to the crib You remember this? After we had met And I told you and EARTHGANG to pull up To the crib in Carolina, it's the studio house I wasn't on no shit, like "Yo, I'm tryna do some Dreamville shit with y'all" Nah It wasn't no talkin' no deal I didn't even know if I wanted to sign niggas I just knew I, y'all was dope, I fuck with you Just pull up, let's see what the vibe is like, let's work In my mind, if something happen, it happen If not, then cool Niggas just got a chance to link and kick it But while we was there, the thing that I noticed off rip I said, "Oh, this nigga want it, this nigga really want it" That look in your eye, nigga, I know that look I know that look too well But a lot of niggas want it The thing I noticed about you my nigga, off rip "This nigga don't just want it He willin' to do the work that it takes to get it" And that's the difference, that's the separator That's the difference between The niggas that never get what they want And the niggas whose names ring out forever Forever

Wasn't used to taking orders, if I'm rude, my apologies I never been a follower, I'm addicted to the power So I've studied the remains of the game, I'm an archaeologist More money, more problems That's a tough pill to swallow if you ain't about that shit that you be talkin' Three holes in his head, bowling balled him Who's brawling, nah You calling God, but shit, me too, he gotta hear one of us I can give him a chance to meet you if you wanna Cool Cat backed in that corner, ooh, I got a boner Please show me my opponent You and your homie, he with you, that's a bonus 1-1, 2 shots, that's Sabonis Never had squat, tried keeping up with the Joneses Try wearing off-knocks, niggas popular with Junior Nigga I been hungry, for a time I was homeless I honed in my skill, sharp sword swings along for the moment Atonement in my tone Ownership is the only shit I've been voyaging Voices in my head and then I go record it I've been ordered by the Lord Kill the beat, beat a dead horse Ill swordsman, sportsmanship That's horseshit, copious corpses Outsourcing for resources You got a gun, we got assortments They make appointments, joint rolling, join forces And we rejoice when real niggas lift their voices for the voiceless Uh, uh, yeah Aw shit, uh Aw, fuck man Uh, yeah Fuck shit up Let the machi-, uh (yeah) Yeah, let the Machine go Let the, yeah, let that shit up Stash boxes for the straps in the navigator Don C alligator A lot of rappers they just imaginative exaggerators Box landed, take them packs and put them on the calculator Weigh it up and stash it bro, I'm coming back to bag it later That bitch bad, I'ma bag her then go stab her later Got the pussy free, I didn't have to pay her Got the bags so if it come to that, trust me, I have the paper But I'm just that nigga, I ain't have to get her drunk or incapacitate her Yeah, I'm MVP form like Shaq for Lakers Ain't no silverware in the trap, fuck it, grab a hanger Ratchet sprayer, Buffalo got the highest murder rate in New York state That's a fact, check the stats and data I was deep in them trenches Homeless in Atlanta, sleeping on benches Now bitches see me in this Benz and it's peakin' they interest Dawg caught a body, L-I-F-E was the sentence He gave his life to God, seeking repentance Yeah

Radar, sonar, laser beams Jets, tanks, submarines Megathons, H-bombs, napalm, ga- I got the shit you would light with a lighter Fuck a lighter, I could light on the stove Dark at night, I'll drop a log on the fire Wander in the woods out in the cold I got the shit, you could play for your mama I got the shit, you could play for the hoes I got the shit you could sell to the trappers In Decatur with the 'K and the Colt I know some rappers that-, how I'ma say this? I know some rappers who paid but broke Lotta money but you played your soul You played yourself, you played the role I got some niggas who down the street Some of my niggas been down the road Lost a nigga that was down with me You know what they say, "it rains, it pours" It rains, it pours (Ooh, we have a penalty flag thrown at the thirty yard line) (Personal foul, unsportsman-like conduct) (Number six on the defense, fifty-) Yeah, okay They got the shit they could pull out I know it could blow out a back, yeah They got the cure to the vax' Facts, you know where it's at They put the money, the crack in a sack They got the axis, they got the Atlas, they got the maps I got a real-real-real bad bitch I just told her to come to the back (oh man) They got the people in office The crackers that had us in chains They make the laws, they goin' hard Dang, they even started a gang How you gon' win in a losable game? Make a change, man, niggas say the same thing Every day, complain and the sun shine And the cloud rain, but won't lift a finger In the danger, niggas been endangered Been indentured, now my niggas got business ventures With my .9, I'm like ten Avengers Snap a finger, I could end Avengers Rapper? Singer? No, killer, nigga You a cop or you a nigga killer, woah It rains, it pours (Ooh, we have a penalty flag thrown at the thirty yard line) (Personal foul, unsportsman-like conduct) (Number six on the defense, fifty-) Man, they won't understand, man (oh, shit) And, man, they won't understand, man (fucked up) And, man, they won't understand (uh) I live in harmony and peace And the sun will once again rise up in the East (see) Somebody told me when I was small That the pride cometh right before the fall God son died for us all So for mine, I'm running through a wall Lost a battle, it's still a war I'ma steal the cattle, then burn the farm We could travel but the journey long I prefer we get a lil' murder on Drop the top on your convertible How we feelin' should concern you We been speakin' but ain't never been heard So now we screamin' at you word-for-word Everything a nigga learned gotta burn My lil' nigga in a hearse, I was hurt Fuck a rap and fuck a verse, I could blur it Tryna see how many urns I could earn Are you entertained or are you concerned? I'd be afraid, I'd be in church I'd say a pray, I pray I say, I say I shay They play like God, no play by play We take our charge, we take our place It'll take our hearts, it'll take our faith But we need the majority to make shit shake I'ma get me a quarter, I'ma get in a car And I'ma get on a call and go state-by-state And I'm picking the target then I'm picking them off You better be Beyoncé if you say my name Orange ambient sunlight and daylight savings Might save a nigga's life It ain't never too bright to broad day a nigga Night time vampires and they'll slay a nigga It's not like landslide so you can take their slide I'm a canine straight in the pack Lookin' for Jiddy, he's takin' it back Crackin' a whip, whippin' a crack Just like them crackers that did to the blacks Just like they thought I was finished attacking The beast awoken, now I appear like the kraken They inferior and fear when I'm rappin' But I ain't rappin, this is spiritual Shed a tear so I cure it, miracles happen, huh Mirror, mirror, why the fuck is you laughing? Be a dear, let me volunteer 'cause I'm not in fear I'ma jump in the ashes (ooh) Oh shit, "It's getting weird" Nah, shit is weird, what the hell is heaven on this hemisphere? If them bitches said it, I'ma end it here If we come together we can send a message But I know they never gonna lend an ear So I got a method, one do you better Do you want better? Bitch, you won't do it, let's bet I will Collect my stones, hoe, collect my gems Protect my stronghold, respect my shield Until I'm long gone but while I'm here I can snap my fingers, they'll disappear (boom) La-la-la-la La-la-la-la

One, two, three, four Forever can't be too far away from never Stay where you are, you are Everyone's a star, every day's the move Everywhere you are, pray they can rescue you Everyone's a star, every day's the move Everywhere you are, pray Oh, so you don't call now You don't pick up the motherfuckin' phone, nigga? Oh, okay, oh, okay Yeah, yeah You are who I thought you was, nigga You plastic, nigga, that means you motherfuckin' fake

It's gon' be a bunch of little kids, a lot A bunch of little boys and girls singin' this lil' part right here Make— Make it easy where it's somethin' like this Money, money, all I need, all I want (Yeah) Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (You stink) Money, money, all they need, all they want (Yeah, uh-uh, uh) Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (Uh, uh) Look, nigga, money on my mind more than half the time They put our mask on the money so I mastermind Don't mind to admit I'm a mess, I ain't just rappin' rhymes JID really Jimmy Neutron mixin' a nuclear bomb And, as they еyes are watchin' God, I'm tryna rise abovе Poverty, philosophies, and prophecies arise Follow me for forever, never fall too far behind 'Cause I tell my testimonies, Testaverdes at a time (Sixteen) Uh, he was done without a dime Youngest in the family, so come from out of crime Came from East Atlanta, Moreland Ave to South Deshon In his path, Twenty East was probably like the Autobahn When he get his autograph, he gon' have Grammys and arms 'Member he was smokin' little grammies in the slums Tryin' not to panic, couldn't imagine what was done Father Time fucked Mother Earth and had an Uncle Tom Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. screen, sellin' you dreams Granny buyin' holy waters off of Joel Osteen Rubbin' it in my brother head, say a prayer on her knees I used to be jealous of Jared and Patrel Ahkim, even Farad Had the new Js and new jeans on, it's what I wanted at the time As a pre-teen, pretend I'm a star Pretty model in a G-string, sitting on top the car With the bottle that she drinkin', leavin' from out the bar Scheme on the dollar, thinkin' if anybody is talkin' Put some green on his head, he better be Marcus Smart But, we never had a thing, so, he's always in my thoughts because I ate so many bologna sandwiches as a child I'll kill a nigga if he made one for me right now Ironic that being broke is an expensive lifestyle No wonder they sellin' dope from sun rose to sundown Tryna get mo', screamin' out the window Money, money, all I need, all I want (Yeah) Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (You stink) Money, money, all they need, all they want (Yeah, uh-uh, uh) Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (Uh, uh) Look, nigga, money on my mind more than most the time And most of my grind go to promotin' my rhymes A nigga don't blow, I shine I feel like Coach Prime, I throw a bomb if they encroach the line And, don't socialize The goal is to get the most dimes 'Fore it's the end of yo' time (Aw, man) It's hard for a nigga to score When they keep on movin' the goal line Now, he outside the liquor store with a lottery ticket Leavin' a double shift at the Walmart on Gresham Road Still tryna keep composure Rollin' past the gas station where he owe niggas Fuckin' with that parlay play and a nigga may spray 'bout that dough So, a nigga don't play 'bout no code Back in the day, we was told 'Bout reparations, get a mule, 40 acres or so Justifications and re-payment for the pain in yo' soul Fast forward, fuck patience, I ain't waitin' no more I got to take it, paper chasin' like I'm Dre or I'm HOV Ye with the clothes Fuck Hulk Hogan, and fuck Joe Rogan because it flows You know how it goes Need a bitch that's down with O-P-P, and down with IPO's Feel like ODB, you hoes better have my Pesos Thinkin' about them days mama said she had to pray more 'Cause feedin' seven kids, plus the mortgage got to pay more The food from in the fridge from last night is on the table Y'all sit down and say y'all grace because We ate so many bologna sandwiches as a child I'd kill for one of them shits if I could have one right now Ironic I'm havin' dope but don't promote the lifestyle Just want my people to grow, let's make a toast to right now Get some money Say it with me loud now Money, money, all I need, all I want (Yeah) Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (You stink) Money, money, all they need, all they want (Yeah, uh-uh, uh) Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (Uh, uh)

Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (underwear) (He said underwear) (He said underwear that's so stupid) Yeah, yeah I don't really like the fuckin' riddle But if it's an issue, then let's address it, I got other shit to tend to Really with the pen, I'm an issue but it's not what you Saying, it's what you thinking on your mental Never this, you never did shoot Well never could prove My young niggas pull incredible moves Get off the couch, get money like the Everest dude The world tough, boy, don't get beheaded You damn right, I could've never better said it Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (underwear) (He said underwear that's so stupid) (He said underwear, aight Well, again ha-ha-ha) Yeah, yeah, yeah Tryna make a little meal ticket Put a mil' on a house and crib House of Cards, House of broads Get it in how you live How the fam? How the kids, little son? Getting big, that's your chick? Oh shit I wanna be like you when I get older I wanna try the baking and soda and coke with the cola And dope with the odor Damn shit Look like I gotta bust heads like bruh said nigga Suspect And I don't play muhfuckin nut check, this a gut check After I done killed y'all, imma hit your bitch up and Have a slut fest No Morris Chestnut, bitch nut chest Leave the nigga in the past where the dust is This a 100 round drum, nigga duck this Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (underwear) (He said underwear) (He said underwear, that's so stupid) Yeah, yeah Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey Leonardo too, you know what imma say Imma make a move, get to it andale Over and under pay, stunt like my mama say I don't really like the fuckin riddle So if it's an issue then let's address it like salad Come on, let us Burger wanna beef with a king Come on checkers, check us, chickity check yourself Before you wreck yo' Niggas slap and dap hands and let the TEC go Disrespectful shit like that, I don't regret tho My nigga just got locked up two Fridays ago Play the McConaughey, now he out of that hoe Fuck the streets, we done conquered divided that hoe Block shots, I am Vlade Divac in this hoe With a 9 cocked screaming hypocrisy tho Finna wild in this hoe, finna wild in this hoe Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (underwear) (Damn, everything's underway) Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey On a money mission, tryna get it Split it with all of my hombres Boy the revolution underway (on the way?) No, it's underway (underwear) Over there Yeah, yeah, yeah Melancholy cool Matthew McConaughey Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah