Energy (Freestyle) - Meek Mill

I got enemies got a lot of enemies

I don't really f**k with these ni**a's in the industry

Know a couple ni**a's from the hood want to finish me

And put me on a t shirt rip and memory

So I'm riding around with a drum and a glock

On the gram ni**a's said I couldn't come to my block

So I came through that b**th me myself in a drop

Ni**a's know they touch me blr something get dropped

Man I don't bang with these suckers I don't play with no hoes

I do the walk through for 60 and get like 80 a show

And I don't got out no single I thinking maybe they know

Meek Milly realest to do it and I can play at the floor ya heard

I got enemies got a lot of enemies

We f**king to Dej Loaf me you and some Hennessy

She gon' suck me off 'til she drain me of my energy

Flexing it be f**king with these ni**a's mentally

Is instagram hurting your heart ni**a

Vs stones on me still work in the dark ni**a

Hundred and six shots pull up and park ni**a's

Jump in the big drop button to start ni**a

Murder was the case that they gave us spanked it

Real ni**a's back in style they should thank us

All these rap a** ni**a's really wanksters

Real recognize the real you a stranger

Hoes sell their souls for some baller alert

Ni**a's and they fake jewels need a frauding alert

Put me on watch buster tell em all what it's worth

Bet they say couple milli audemar with the works

New roll bust down call that big meech

Every time I drop sh*t hot fish grease

Every time you drop it is not that heat

Called your album seven days boy that sh*t weak

Motivating the hood still hot in the burbs

Still getting this money they think we got them birds

Every time I spit that's a thousand a word

Spoke it right to the system they say it's power in words

Ni**a we chosen we was chosen

Me omelly had them hoes in now it's rollses

Back to back screaming told ya ni**a's owed us

And they said they would expose us never showed us

F**k them ni**a's though

I got enemies got a lot of enemies

They was just cooling with me hating call them frienemies

I ain't really tripping we got arms like a centipede

Cause if I lose my cool I could turn them into memories

I'm gone I said I'm gone

Be the same ni**a's hating on the chasers mad we ain't put them on

F**k them ni**a's though