No Enemies my G

Chorus : Everybody got enemies....Not enough people got the energy

I fuck wit cats that fuck wit me

Mama said that, and it stuck wit me..

 

 

Suprise, I am on the rise, just look in my eyes...like , Why the fuck is he

on Burgers, he should be cooking the fries.

I came up on lies, and cries and broken ties

Cops smoking guys disguised as streets spies

I cook sweet pies

The size of T.I's

lil kid Major

I was a lil kid Major, serving that boomerang razor...

grew up, found favor in public enemies like flava

I became a hell raiser , young man Rumble, Ali-Frazier

stuck inside a jungle

worse than Uganda

and Columbia

The country and the District, no syrup just a biscuit

I wasn't talking Bisquick til niggs start talking that slick shit.

Wit a quick hit yo shit split

I ain't worried about No tick, Vick

 

Decipher, my sawed off rifle, I'm like Michael

Tyson not Jackson..the streets call me The KraKen

When i'm not rapping, I'M whats happening

smacking and slapping, attacking, and asking

any so called assassin without creed

Apolla speed i'm blasting, without heed

any hallow seeds I'm slashing without need

without Eve

i'm Adam smashing any apple that wont convert to Snapple

playing scrabble inside a chapel while I grapple lifes hassles

Lifes shackles worn like tassels

I wasn't born in a castle

I was Bourne , a rogue agent

My Identity was my Supremacy

I wasn't born a Kennedy..So why worry about a enemy

 

Chorus : Everybody got enemies ..not enough people got energy

I don't need 50 cents if I could get 10 a key.....I'll go

fuck wit Buck in Tennesee