Feed

Here’s how I feel about my enemies
Can’t let them feed off my energy, No No
They can’t even link wit me
All that chasing is a sin to me
They feeding off my energy
I can’t feed my enemies
Hate from a far
I head straight to the bar like, WOA
Fuck a 9−5 like Starrz (WHOA)
I remember back when I was trying to be a Star
Moving hell of records now I’ll never need a job
Leave me alone I be in my home
When I’m on the Gram, I see my clones
Shit don’t even matter cuz I be in my zone
Got sick of Atlanta, trying to free my home
Yeah… WOA
Don’t get too close to me
We got shooters in the mountains that’ll clear the debris
That goes out to anybody that gets too close to she
Hook
Here’s how I feel about my enemies
Had to jump off of the gram
They don’t know who I am
I’m the muh fucking man
All I need in my bros
Escadrille & the Fam
Pull up, Push Start
Smoke up Busch Gardens
Where the hell did we park?
Cop the whole team cars
Buy a whole damn bar
Build up a residency; I can see me and my niggas
All of us blessing the streets
My city good if we blessing the streets
Just like my music good when I’m blessing the beat
Roll up that good just to put me to sleep
My girl a baddie and keep it low key
When she walk aroud my house
She my freak of the week
Been balling you just player of the week
I’m a team captain and an MVP
Been balling since I was a teen
I averaged 33
My studio a murder scene
I need my deposit please;
I need my deposit please