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All My Enemies Dead

Sean So many cheddar niggaz comin' after my cheese Is it my car that they're losin', are we all for the choosin'? Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all

kitchen table had my first meal, And at that same kitchen table seen my first mil, In that same backroom I seen my first half, And in that same backroom opened my

model chick I ain't smashing New cars for all my homies when I bring that cash in Never had my father in my life, he was a dead beat Moms worked two jobs

Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors Shout out to my mini-me's, I hope you do better, brah Better me, better you, etcetera, etcetera Shout

even my shadow's jealous? My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come

got to hit 'em I'm reachin' for my Roscoe, cocked it back on and get my blast on At the gas station, bunch of Arabs racin' Out the way as my Torah spray

-N-Harmony Nigga this St. Claire Execution double nine style Steadily sendin' them bodies undaground It'll be all about that llelo bank roll Betta make that money man, dead

first When friends turn to foes and the enemy's exposed That's when you gotta move on and kick dirt My wife and my seeds dependin' on me To make it home

? Fuck y'all with a gang of bodyguards My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas Stepping out the Limos, the bitch soldiers maintain Giving my babies all of my money But my