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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, I'm the enimigo and I know it now
Even when I'm not around, you 'posed to hold it down
I tried to leave you in the past when I was touchin' down
Fuckin' 'round, baby, I ain't worried 'bout no ups and downs
Armageddon in the sky, I'm seein' purple clouds
I'm from a different planet, but I'll be on the Earth a while
Feelin' pain, feelings change, but I'ma work it out
Blow a brain and I'm insane and it's the murder house
Where the loyalty? Where the love go?
I only trust my F&N and my snub nose
I only trust my secrets with the above folks
And I let unknowns be unknown

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Politicin' with the other side, the shit, the I don't condone
Type of shit I gotta let it go
Keep a .45 and a 4-Glock, you move wrong, I'ma let it blow
The type of shit I gotta let it go, ya dig?

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, I'm with the gang-gang, we in the brick apartments
Talkin' ra-ra, some shit done started
Catch me at the dice game with a ice game, I leave a carcass
Follow the light and you'll defeat the darkness
Burnin' flames, I hope your feel it's tarnished
I hope your family tarnished, death the next stop, dearly departed
I see you standin' on the edge, I'm makin' sure you goin' in the shark pit
No captain-save-a-ho, man, fuck Clark Kent
I'm with the business, no confusion, no
Don't act delusional, or we'll be shootin' up your funeral
We keep them clips out on Sunset Drive
Lights, camera, action, if it's active then we shootin' like a movie roll
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Politicin' with the other side, the shit, the I don't condone
Type of shit I gotta let it go
Keep a .45 and a 4-Glock, you move wrong, I'ma let it blow
The type of shit I gotta let it go, ya dig?