Feed - BJR

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