My Enemies

[Intro: Dee-1]
(Deliver me) Deliver me
(From my enemies) From my enemy
(Deliver me) Deliver me
(From my enemies) Every one of them
(Deliver me) Deliver me
(From my enemies) Just know that I know
We ain't gon' walk around and act like it's not real, ya heard me?
I feel the vibes and we gotta address that

[Verse 1: Dee-1]
I got more enemies than ever now that I been popping (Facts)
They want me out of here, but you know failure ain't a option (Nah)
See, it's three kinds of enemies and I got all three (What?)
I'ma break it down and paint the picture so that you can see (Let's go)
The first kind, man, they be hating on me from a distance (Yeah)
I know it irritate they demons when they see me winning (They mad)
They don't even know me, but they waiting on the day I fail (Fail)
But tell 'em devils God got me, so they won't prevail
(Uh-huh)
The second kind of enemy, I call them "frenemies" (Uh)
They're a lil' more dangerous because friends what they pretend to (That's cold)
I love 'em 'cause we from the same hood, same soil (New Orleans)
They know my heart, but that still ain't enough to make 'em loyal (Nope)
The third kind of enemy, I know 'em way dearer (Who?)
I see 'em all the time, soon as I look in the mirror (You)
I be at war with myself and it's on a daily basis (Man)
But I fight these battles as they come 'cause ain't no tradin' places

[Interlude: B.G.]
(Deliver me) Yeah
(From my enemies) My enemies
(Deliver me)
(From my enemies) Man
(Deliver me) I ask God to protect me from my friends (Please)
(From my enemies) 'Cause I can handle my enemies (I got 'em)
(Deliver me) And that's a fact (Big facts)
(From my enemies) Look

[Verse 2: B.G.]
I've been having enemies since a young dude (Young)
Mad I was in that Bubble Eye, coming through (Lexus)
Fifteen puttin' on for the whole city (New Orleans)
Haters was plottin', but I was riding 'round wit' a whole .50 (Chopper)
It be crazy, e'rybody wanna help you spend it (E'rybody)
But don't wan' bring nothing to the table just to help you get it (Dang)
I just did ten-plus in that penitentiary (Well)
Old friends ain't buy me a two-piece and a biscuit (What?)
Now they shoo showin' 'bout me 'cause I'm back winning (Back)
And all that fake "I miss you" talk, I ain't tryna hear it (At all)
Once y'all showed me who y'all was, man, that's what it is (That's what it is)
I hope you find a home, but it won't be over here (Not here)
I ain't doing fake friends or relationships (None)
I'd rather be by myself, wit' it on my hip (Fact)
I'd rather be by myself, running these bands up (Up)
And if you're real and you feel me, put your hands up (Put 'em up)

[Outro]
(Deliver me)
(From my enemies)
(Deliver me)
(From my enemies)
(Deliver me)
(From my enemies)
(Deliver me)
(From my enemies)