Enemies

Intro

Uh

Yeah

They thought it was over

Westside

Motherfuckin' king back in the booth

Look

Verse 1

These young niggas got no heart only got an app

Trapped in a cycle of digital static and pills

Where is the strategy for the tragedy

Y'all trade a legacy for a temporary thrill

Bunch of motherfuckin' clowns making noise

Talking bout nothing while the block bleeds out

Used to be about the struggle and the poise

Now it's just a diamond chain and a clout

I'm a destroyer of your paranoia

Thinking I'm gone but I'm haunting your thoughts

Pour the Hennessy for my enemies

Selling their soul for the property they bought

Seen too many mamas crying over a cell

Watching their babies become another number in a cage

Living in a modern motherfuckin' hell

While you're dancing on the grave of a golden age

Verse 2

Motherfuckin' industry trying to erase the truth

Gave y'all a rhythm but you lost the rhyme

Wasting the fire and the fever of your youth

Begging for attention in a borrowed time

Brenda got a daughter and she's struggling too

No help from the system just a camera in her face

Everything they do is for the views

Replacing the grit with a glittery disgrace

I walk through the valley where the ghosts remain

Hearing the echoes of the kings you forgot

Tryna find a way to break the motherfuckin' chain

Before the whole garden starts to rot

Fuck the world if it won't hear the sound

Of a black man speaking from the bottom of the well

Niggas getting rich just to keep us down

Turning a heaven to a living breathing hell

Verse 3

Die slow to the vultures in the suits

Sucking the spirit out the Westside soil

Uprooting the branches and the deep dark roots

Leaving only greed and the heavy blood toil

You call it a movement I call it a joke

Mumbling words like you scared to be loud

Feeding the kids only mirrors and smoke

Leading the sheep to a fashionable shroud

I got motherfuckin' scars older than your career

Written in the pavement where the warriors fell

Still holding onto my motherfuckin' beer

While I tell the stories only survivors can tell

It's a tragedy

Lack of strategy

End of an era but I'm standing my ground

Watching the vultures feed on the majesty

Waiting for the silence to make a sound

Verse 4

Bitch I'm a ghost and a god in the flesh

Watching this era of the plastic and fake

Putting your weak motherfuckin' pride to the test

Waiting to see how much more you can take

Maybe I'm an alien in a brand new land

Maybe I'm the memory you're tryna kill

Built this empire with my own two hands

Now I'm watching little niggas lose the will

Motherfuckers chasing a ghost of a trend

Selling the culture for a couple of bucks

Knowing damn well how the story will end

Middle finger up I don't give two fucks

Still got a dream of a better place

Away from the sirens and the cold metal bars

Seeing the hope in a motherfuckin' face

Underneath the heavy black hood and the stars