Jay Amor - Enemies Lyrics

Ever since you left me
I've been inside of my bag like it's hefty
And all these motherf*ckers always tryna test me
I'm off the old me, but I'm still the dead me
If I wanted to I could make the beat deadly
Diary of sad n****, Greg Heffley
I'm tryna have my whole family living healthy
With four pockets full, chilling living so wealthy
I'd like to say that I remember who ain't help me
Now that I've made it, you ain't getting jack shit from me
Better, move on
Like lil n****, please
Say it again, ain't getting shit from me

What's gotten into me
Oh, what's got into me
I had a lot of friends
Who turned out to be enemies
What's gotten into me
Oh, what's gotten into me
I had a lot of friends
Who were always enemies

I knew a lot of n***** who was sneak dissing me
But none of these n*****
Would ever go and mention me
Put your hands up n**** tryna hit with me
Mike Tyson your ass into a mystery

I don't know when I became so heartless
I had to put my foot down
I had to stomp shit
No more riding 'round the room
I'm in a starship
So high, so high, so high
In the sky, the sky, the sky
Why you n***** gotta go f*ck up my night
Don't you got another way to waste some time
There's a million ways that you could live your life

What's gotten into me,
Oh, what's gotten into me
I had a lot friends
Who turned out to be enemies
What's gotten into me
Oh, what's gotten into me
I had a lot of friends
Who were always enemies

I'm at the point now
Where I don't have any friends
There's no such thing as a
Quote on quote "friends" anyways
Life is like the jungle
Stay with your pack
Or result to kill or be killed
That's how I see life at least
But who knows
That's just how my personal experience has been
Everyone's perception of a friend is different you know

I've been doing my thing
Married to the music even got a promise ring
Made this from the soul
Don't give a f*ck bout what you think
I'm the artist n****, grab my brush its time to paint
Feeling like Bob Ross up in this motherf*cker
I grab the canvas, I say the cost of this motherf*cker
I think I heard some n***** cough
Up in this motherf*cker
Said the price was too much for this motherf*cker
You either get it off me, or you shut up
I could say a few things to have your face stuck
I can bring your girl into this shit
With no make-up
She started swingin' n****
F*ck the lace front,
N**** yeah, she hate ya

What's gotten into me
Oh, what's gotten into me
I had a lot of friends
Who turned out to be enemies
What's gotten into me
Oh, whats gotten into me
I had a lot of friends
Who were always enemies

I knew a lot of women who claimed to be into me
Where are they now
That's a good question
Somehow enemies
They all thought that they could stay for the trip with me
They was holding me back
They was tripping me uh
Tell me why life gotta be so rough
It's raining feelings out here
'Yo I had to duck
It's raining feelings out here
I don't give a f*ck
No, I don't give a f*ck

What's gotten into me
Oh, what's gotten into me
I had a lot of friends
Who turned out to be enemies
What's gotten into me
Oh, what's gotten into me
I had a lot of friends
Who were always enemies