Schife Karbeen - Enemies lyrics

[Intro] I got way too many enemies...got a n***a paranoid [Chorus] Everyday I wake I pray dear Lord protect my soul I got way too many enemies, these n***as 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 n***as ain't a friend of me, Lord [Verse 1] Got a lawyer on my phone, I've been stressed all day I got homies doing life, friends changed, I'm ashamed 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 Junior, gotta protect my daughter Gotta make it back home, my kids expectin' their father Know ima 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 n***a, where were you then? I got the money and now they wanna be friends (Where were you?) I never f**ed with you, you know I never did Im tryna chill on behalf of my two kids [Chrous] Everyday I wake I pray dear Lord protect my soul I got way too many enemies, these n***as 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 n***as ain't a friend of me, Lord [Verse 2] Liquor on my breath, I got the shooters ridin' pa**enger Treat the beef like Benihana; cook it right in front of ya I got paranoia p**y n***as so disloyal When they act like they are for ya just to make my blood boil Motherf** all you n***as, motherf** all you b**hes 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 n***as will pray that you fail, act like they wishing you well God damn you was my n***a 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 chaning but why so much hate [Chrous] Everyday I wake I pray dear Lord protect my soul I got way too many enemies, these n***as 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 n***as ain't a friend of me, Lord