My Own Enemy

We don't deal with anything more difficult than our own soul Only thing that can threaten my stability is me E3 nigga Say it wit my chest, ain't no beating round the bush Been a lil while, since a nigga got some puss Focused on that bread, got plenty weight to push Talkin bout that ZA, a nigga still smokin Kush Bout 14, when I turned into a crook Locked up in them chains, hurt to see my momma look Thought Lil E was done, not according to Ms Cooks Eight credits, junior year, a nigga had to hit them books Turn my pain into joy, what I do in my songs Died a year ago, swear it doesn't seem that long Taught me very well, good sense of right of wrong Life hit me hard, can't do this wit you gone Had to turn it off, that's my way of being strong Ion sleep at night, writing music past dawn My way to illustrate, look for beats to rap on Bringing up the past, wonder when I'll move on Kicked my door in, sent us back to coupons Time to step up, had to put my shoes on Time to man up, had to put them suits on I won't give up, until my whole group on Paranoid every time I hit the road Racked up, gotta keep a band or more Which one of my niggas gon' fold Which one of they ahh gon' blow Where the love, all this talk about code To be honest I prefer to smoke alone Everyday I get more cold Black hearted, leave me alone May way to vent spittin' to the microphone F*ck these hoes and they sex hormones Tried to knock me off my throne Thank god I can hold my own Hate to love, so don't know why I love her Always thinking of her Felt different when I touched her Like a spell I was under Fell in love, one thing led to another Videos undercover Shared our bodies wit each other Straight skin, no rubber But I'm hurt, makin' music with them melodies Turned myself into an enemy Committing acts of felonies Upset my people heavily Said I'm hurt, makin' music with them melodies Committing acts of felonies Upset my people heavily Turned myself into the enemy