Enemy (feat. André Norbeck)

Ha ha Yo André Whatchu think about this fake ass bitch Claiming to be all top tier With a payed feature from Drake Drake don't even know who the fuck you are But one day he'll know who we are though Ye ye Rooo! Maybe I just got a little personal with it Those exposure lines didn't hurt your feelings did it? How you claim to be a rapper when you don't rap? You have no tracks You sound like a white Kodak Fuck that! We don't need another one of those (No) You're just someone that I feel like I gotta expose (ha) The music industry can't take no more fakes (Ye ye) That's why we're here Keeping it raw and forever real (Uh) (Ye ye) The kilter's off balance With all these fake talents Everyone's a rapper now with all their fake talons Scratching an pulling and yanking the chains dissing When every shot they take I swear to god is fucking missing I heard you got dissed by a rapper named "Ghost Tha Don" "Ghost Tha Don"? Man I fucked your mom Sike bitch I'm kidding Both of your responses sucked ass, So I know that you won't write back But if you do on the flip side Just know that I will be here So decide If you want to take a chance at redemption just so you can get some real recognition (Ooo) Go grab a pen Or tap on your phone I got plenty of evidence that you're fake clear as we know You're a scamming fuck to me Michael, calling you out by your name Enemy The Rapper huh guess to you we are one and the same (Ouch) I won't fall for the games (Nope) But I'm bringing the blades (Ugh) To cut the idea of you charting at all the fuck away (haha) I said it once, and I'ma say it Again, I'm X-el do I really need an introduction (Wooo) Metaphorically collecting body bags is a bad hobby I have Especially when I'm mad I'm very quick to attack So Norbeck, finish this! Show him and all his invisible fans whatchu you have Ah shit, Ah shit, X-el, you could’ve told me that we back again Another fucking rapper in the game that everybody already been saying that so I’m better than But, I heard he got a feature from the best out One call and I found out facts And if he been paying for the features, but they ain’t heard of his tracks Adrenaline spike, my will over Mike I'm older than ice, I’ve seen your ass out begging for likes See, I’m the entity enemy is failing to see Then you offer me a promo for like fifty a week You’ve been paying for the plays, still less than a K Inspecting the elements so it looks that you paid But bro, I got 90k fans on my TikTok, and about mill on this other page Yet if you do a little search, hoping it would work, you see that fans turned fake (Ye ye) I’m the don, bring it on, I’ma hit it all raw If you failing to ball, don't ball at all But the money sure came a long way (Uh) But money just can't buy talent Talking to all of your clients, and you must be lying if say you ain't scamming You got three people bumping your cloud But, That’s you on three different accounts I'm a living independent fucking legend, when I hit it It’s the pinnacle of every single part of your existence Good riddance, I ain’t been finished, still been with it Pen is like a pistol hitting you up when I whip it And if you really sold about a milly, then How is it I ain't ever Seen a track (No no) Cause I just went and did a little research, and the instrumentals ain't really your tracks (Ugh) I just did a little research, and look what I found (Found, found) Little pitty Michael and all of his stream counts About a hundred on this one, fifty on that Seventy five here, Let’s do the math If one stream’s worth one third of a penny And you looking at the money Michael says he be getting You can tell by the fact that it doesn't add up And that Michael is a liar and ain't sucking it up bitch! Alright, we need to bring the beat back for this Game is getting carried by people wanting the fame So they want to look like what couldn't be made It’s insane But I mean I understand for game But at least back it up with some tracks or a flame I don't know who the fuck you think you catering too Saying that you on a tour, but not one video to prove The voice unbearable, mix so terrible The way you stealing from all these artist makes me wanna be a cannibal, ah! (Wooo) Metaphorically speaking of course Let’s not make this boy go cry anymore You can't diss us, piss off, let’s see the listeners And how you be the one, claiming to be vicious Bad mouthed No mouth on this crackhead You couldn't handle the business Let me handle the business Cause you couldn’t handle a business, ain't that right? Handling business? See? Handling business? Fuck it Let me see the counting then whenever I be out here Lemme see a video, and I will turn to forget it all In the minimal, you should feel the venom when I be in the booth Cause the people you claiming to be there ain't gon be saving you M to the W, run up onto you Lock in the truth than when I’m done with you Summon the monster up under you Coming for all that you claiming was all of you Pardon me, if I murdered you and every part of your Reality uh! I don't wanna do this, but you made me do it This ain't bar for bar, this is only saying the truth shit Hehe Bitch