D.K. (Edge) - No Enemies lyrics

[Verse1] Your bars feeble, mine's fabled Sometimes I feel like Clark Gable They place I write from, y'all can't visit That's why I'm not able to rhyme stable They know my lyrics like the times table I let the bars take off Homie they know me as the Ink Dragon Fake tattoo artist only skin deep, plus they forgot to load the ink cartridge My throat's parched, n***a I need water Felabration week just pa**ed and I haven't been to KK. Not yet at least. Hump day blues. I don't want to disrespect the trumpets though [Verse 2] I said I didn't want to disrespect the trumpets But I wanna fill Ivanka with a muffin But I heard a n***a playing off key so I said f** it Don't forget I'm a child of destiny like Miss Luckett And my well is deep, you'll see before I kick the bucket Guarantee your Folake give me a whole lotta lovin' That's a whole lot of buns in the oven That's if they poking holes in the rubbers My circle is gold, boy I'm covered Don't mess with the flow or the money Talking about the latter, man I'm on it Bottom of the rung on a come up Bottle of Patron for the honeys Mega-sized Crayola for the young un's Birthed a knucklehead but still put up with him so all around the globe for my parents f** a clearance ticket f** your best description Dirty Polo's on my sole's though Allen Avenue, 6:30 go-slow I'm in a One Chance living like Y.O.L.O And how this n***a paint these flicks so vivid with the slow stroke f**, man, I don't know Don't just stare, get the Go-Pro Take a photo or something [Verse 3] After this sh**, yes I might be headed underground When I surface it's probably with another sound If you ever get bored though, build a bore hole Get a bucket, you might just find Waldo The best me is when pressed to the wall though You might wanna eat your I dinner before your jaws broke Especially if half of your lyrics borrowed That's not the bro code, I've got the source code You wouldn't get it boy I spit in morse code Lost in the sauce though And the exchange rate got me tapping out I copped a cap and gown but economy droopy like a Ba**et Hound And you know what? That makes me so mad A fool and he's been all over, a Fulani nomad Just got back, and he had no idea that sh** was so bad Get with the program It's clear the government don't care for no man n***a so we slow dance with the hustle Hold hands, do the shuffle Big boys moving weight Layman, moving muscle Okada switching lanes Keke moving like buses We loving it through the pain The beauty is in the struggle Look One time for my soul x2 Take it away, Big Man