Enoch

Back with another one, You know what I’m saying. Don’t take me back, Back. (I can’t even sleep no more) Don’t take me back, Don’t take me back. (I’ve been in the stu whole day) Don’t take me back, To the place I cannot really stand. Back to that place, Where they never treat me like a man. Back to my past, When I was nothing but a fan. Back to that shack, When we was hungry for a meal. I’m stepping on their necks, I swear I’m going for the kill. Last night I had a dream, And I’ve been holding on some mils. I woke up from reality, Dreams pay no bills. Say something, my n***a, Tell me something, my n***a. Damn, damn. Damn, damn. Damn. I hate when these foes, still treat me like a stan. I ain’t giving up, Not now, now again. Me just being honest, I’d rather see me fail. But I know, I’m gone sell. I’m ringing all bells, I want me my tshelete. I’m one in a mil, I’ll leave you standing still. I’m here for the kill, Going hard for holy grail. I know, I’m gone sell. I want me my tshelete. I want me my tshelete. I ain’t keeping silent, I ain’t moving like stealth. Everyday they keep bumping, All my shit, Imma sell. I want me my belt, like Dylano Roosevelt. Lately, I’ve been playing, all the cards, I’ve been dealt. Imma keep grinding, I don’t need your f***ing help. Cause, I’m burning like sauna, When they see me they gone melt. I want me my belt, like Dylano Roosevelt. They tryna finish me, I got a mini me. I pray for my enemies, I don’t want your pity please. They tryna finish me, I got a mini me. I pray for my enemies, I don’t want your pity please. Don’t take me back, Back. (I can’t even sleep no more) Don’t take me back, Don’t take me back. (I’ve been in the stu whole day) Don’t take me back, To the place I cannot really stand. Back to that place, Where they never treat me like a man. Back to my past, When I was nothing but a fan. Back to that shack, When we was hungry for a meal. I’m stepping on their necks, I swear I’m going for the kill. Last night I had a dream, And I’ve been holding on some mils. I woke up from reality, Dreams pay no bills. Say something, my n***a, Tell me something, my n***a. Damn, damn. Damn, damn. Damn. I hate when these foes, still treat me like a stan. I ain’t giving up, Not now, now again. Me just being honest, I’d rather see me fail. But I know, I’m gone sell. I’m ringing all bells, I want me my tshelete. I’m one in a mil, I’ll leave you standing still. I’m here for the kill, Going hard for holy grail. I know, I’m gone sell. I want me my tshelete.