Enemies
I got way too many enemies, got a nigga paranoid
Everyday I wake up pray dear lord protect my soul
I got way too many enemies these niggas ain't a friend of me Lord
Hey
Blessings all around me I got shooters on my line
I got way too many enemies these niggas ain't a friend of me Lord
Got my lawyer on my phone Ive been stressed all day
I got homies doing life friends changed on me shamed
I got bands in the safe bail money just in case
No conceals on my weapons pray I do not catch a case
Gotta protect my Jr
Gotta protect my daughter
Gotta make it back home tho my kids expecting their father
Know I'mma ride for my brother
I would die for my momma
I'm gon' stand up in court and then tell a lie to your honor
I had to struggle my nigga where were you then ?
I got the money and now they wanna be friends (where were you)
I never fucked with you, you know I never did
I'm tryna shit on behalf of my two kids
Everyday I wake up pray dear lord protect my soul
I got way too many enemies these niggas ain't a friend of me Lord
Hey
Blessings all around me I got shooters on my line
I got way too many enemies
These niggas ain't a friend of me lord
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, hey
Liquor on my breath I got the shooter riding passenger
Treat the beef like Benihana cook it right in front of ya
I got paranoia pussy niggas so disloyal
When they act like they are for ya just to make my blood boil
Motherfuck all you niggas
Motherfuck all you bitches
Just a bunch of them devils out here with spiteful intentions
Against the world
With middle fingers
Blunt in my mouth watch what you say
Get put in danger its in my nature I see
Niggas will pray that you fail
Act like they wishing you well
God damn you was my nigga for real
How did we ever get here
You were supposed to be whippin' that Bentley
You with me you with me from city to city but now that I made it
I'm famous you say that I'm changing but why so much hate
Everyday I wake up pray dear lord protect my soul
I got way too many enemies these niggas ain't a friend of me Lord
Hey
Blessings all around me I got shooters on my line
I got way too many enemies
These niggas ain't a friend of me lord
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, hey
Autor(es): Antoine McColister
