My Enemy

My enemy, no they won't, fuck with me, no they won't, got that glock on me, no they

Won't, fuck with me, no they won't

Still that nigga that get it for the low, low, low

Pack heavy or light with the four, four, four

They can talk but they really wanna know, know, know

Heavy on the drill, everything to go, go, go

I don't see him, nor do I need him

He put it on his kids and I still don't believe him, uh, with the glock now, clear the block now

To his dome, blow a nigga top down, I'm top now, stop clown

Mix the pot up, break the rock down