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enemies - who shot scott lyrics

[intro]
enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies
enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies
enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies
enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies

[verse]
uh
tryna be a boss in this sh*t
gotta be a boss in the business
i’ma get it all, be my witness
tryna run the game with the fitness
yeah, litness
yeah, i got the gift like christmas
turn your main chick into my mistress
we ain’t got a lot left on the wishlist
yeah, stay tall
had a friend betray me, that’s a wake up call
lot of negative energy, came up small
had to intercept it like a laced up ball
i don’t f*ck with hoe*ass behavior
better run to jesus, he’s your saviour
mediocre, i cannot cater
me, i’m only tryna do it major
now they calling me a savage
’cause i’m hating on the average
i’m just cooking like i’m babish
only tryna get established
rapper should be banished from the studio, they capping
looking at the status, man, all you people should be embarrassed
how you think you robert when you’re stannis?
how you think you got it, never had it?
how you shooting shots without a cannon?
looking for a hail mary, this ain’t madden
i gotta make moves, i gotta pay dues
i’m solo*dolo and i do whatever i choose
i’m stunting on my exes, boy, i’m looking tom cruise
i’m asking for the blessings like i’m feeling a*choo
you know i got juice, i’m tryna stack floos
these boys ain’t even got a clue what i might do
might move out to l.a. a year or two
i might just run the city, kareem abdul
i’m in my groove, facts
carried all these rapper’s on my back
don’t believe me? boy, look at the stats
young iraqi tryna make the racks
tracks, check my track record, i got tracks
singing, production and also raps
i cannot function with all these cats, p*ssies
i could never back down, he was just a sad clown
wwe smackdown
i was floyd mayweather, he was pacquiao
don’t throw stones if you living in a glass house
don’t go home thinking that you’re al capone
ballin’ on your own, thinking you the throne
i built this sh*t, i run this sh*t, i fund this sh*t
[hook]
and now the whole would about to f*cking know it
and now the whole would about to f*cking know it
and now the whole would about to f*cking know it
and now the whole would about to f*cking know it

[outro]
enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies
enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies
enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies, enemies
enemies, enemies

- who shot scott lyrics

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