No Weapon

No weapon formed against me shall prosper No weapon formed against me shall prosper No weapon formed against me shall prosper No weapon, no weapon, no opposition steppin' Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons The streets don't love nobody, I promised I learned my lesson Protect me from the choppers, the Glockers, the oppers and the coppers Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rip the block up Idolizin' movies like Scarfaces and Shottas To cryin' at cemeteries 'cause niggas buryin' they partners Gold plated, Chrome plated, black painted copper Stay with heavy metals, but I am not a punk rocker I'm God's son (he God's son), I'm God's son (he God's son) I'm God's son, what that mean? No one can stop him I know the haters be hatin' but they jock 'em It's blessings on the way, can't let the devil block 'em Livin' 'til I'm old as fuck, nigga tryna shock 'em Hundred million dollar crib, gotta live to cop one (oh) Lord, please protect me from these hoes They smile in my face, but stab me in the back, bros I am from the gang so I would never complain I stuck the cross on the chain to protect me as a whole (a whole) No weapon formed against me shall prosper No weapon formed against me shall prosper No weapon formed against me shall prosper No weapon, no weapon, no opposition steppin' Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons The streets don't love nobody, I promised I learned my lesson Gotta see my daughter livin', my daughter livin' Got two of 'em, gotta have more of them Gotta be here for sure for them Real nigga, but I gotta be more for them Put points on the board, gotta score for them Gotta set 'em up for sure, the Ms When they find out what's in store for them They gon' know they dad is really him Just wakin' up in the mornin', gotta thank God I don't know but last night felt kinda odd I had a dream, I seen Slim, he was by my side He told me somebody fuck with me, it's gon' be homicide Yeah, I be talkin' to the dead homies I hear voices in my head tellin' me who phony Run up on me, nigga, you gon' see God's son, so you know, for me, he goin' OD I'm God's son, he God's son, I'm God's son, he God's son I'm God's son, protected like eight bands ridin' shotgun Livin' life lookin' over your shoulder is not fun Heard the opps hit the block with chops, so I gotta cop one No weapon formed against me shall prosper No weapon formed against me shall prosper No weapon formed against me shall prosper No weapon, no weapon, no opposition steppin' Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous, I rep this section No weapon, no weapon, no Glizzys or Smith & Westons The streets don't love nobody, I promised I learned my lesson To be the best, sometimes you gotta beat the best, I beat my chest A beats patrol and I appear, features in my flesh Some women question of the year, will he keep his dreads? That's his antennas but his power reconnects So the storm showered, his season's next COVID leaned him with the wheezin' chest, took easy steps Keys to whips hid underneath the bed on vacay We sleep good, we know their whereabouts, we know where they stay This AK, this ain't for play-play, the only way we gon' win Is when I'm not in the room that you in And you not in the rooms that I'm in And you still in the room, comprehend When I say you good, you can chill 'cause we solid All I'm sayin' is that we gotta just keep it a thousand With each other, brother, it ain't that serious, we got this Ain't gotta talk every day but we still say on the topic But if we did make time to talk, every day we would profit I call it offense, pray no weapon formed against us'll prosper