Aristotle Petrou - Enemies

Enemies
Enemies
After this no one a friend to me
I just think everyone dead to me
Had to go off on the 17
Enemies
Enemies
After this no one a friend to me
I just think everyone dead to me
Had to go off on the 17
Up and away
Fuck out my face
Cuz I'm coming stay
It's
Aristotle boy
I'm not tryna play
Get used to my face
Cuz I ain't running away
I ain't running away
I ain't running from shit
Leveling up
When I step in this bitch
I was just busy
Getting richer and richer and richer
No wonder I think I'm the shit
Everyone got that advice for my living
Got ice on my wrist and my time is just tickin
Vibin at 5 in the morning
Ambitions are rising
The price is where I can afford it
Yo life is just borin
I'm riding in foreigns
Sike
I'm lookin for dimes and them quarters
Cuz I
Am poorer than most at the moment
But Ima keep stunting like I am just loaded
Cuz I am devoted
My mind movin forward
Like it's a ford
Explorer
Ima get my orders in order
So don't worry bout me
I'm levelin up
I'm just getting a stronger
I'm never finished
My brain goin 8 million miles a minute
Im growing up fast
But so is my cash
I cannot stop till I top w these millions
Enemies
Enemies
After this no one a friend to me
I just think everyone dead to me
Had to go off on the 17
Enemies
Enemies
After this no one a friend to me
I just think everyone dead to me
Had to go off on the 17
Enemies enemies
They can't ketchup to the recipe
Yuh
You cannot fuck w the legacy
Nah
You cannot slow down what's meant for me
Hmm
I think mastered the remedy
I got the whole game it was left to me
I just went off oh my gosh it's my Destiny
Best at my craft
Cuz ain't no one ahead of me
These ppl mad as fuck
Got a different face when they dap me up
Y'all boys can tell me when you had enough
Walkin on egg shells u crack me up
Yea Ima try to wrap it up
Your girl on insta hash it up
But she ain't yo bitch when she back it up
She ain't yo bitch when she hit me up
She prolly let the whole crew hit
Ya
Ion even really give two shits
Ya
You is just a lil pussy w some loose lips
Cuz you talk a lot but ain't never gon do shit
Y'all ain't wanna be around when I lose it
I'm finna pull up in the new whip
Tell me if y'all fucking with the new shit
Aristotle I'm a nuisance
Yea your team w me heavily
How y'all not die from the jealousy
Tired of all of these enemies enemies enemies thinking they friends with me
Yea
Listen
Enemies
Enemies
After this no one a friend to me
I just think everyone dead to me
Had to go off on the 17
Enemies
Enemies
After this no one a friend to me
I just think everyone dead to me
Had to go off on the 17
Yeah
Yeah

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Aristotle Petrou

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