Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
YG
Vocals
Nas
Nas
Vocals
Tom Levesque
Tom Levesque
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Samuel Ahana
Samuel Ahana
Songwriter
Enoch Harris
Enoch Harris
Songwriter
Vincent Goodyer
Vincent Goodyer
Songwriter
Glenn Hopper
Glenn Hopper
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Albert Goodman
Albert Goodman
Songwriter
Sylvia Robinson
Sylvia Robinson
Songwriter
Harry Ray
Harry Ray
Songwriter
O'Kelly Isley Jr.
O'Kelly Isley Jr.
Songwriter
Ronald Isley
Ronald Isley
Songwriter
Rudolph Isley
Rudolph Isley
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Christopher Jasper
Christopher Jasper
Songwriter
Ernest Isley
Ernest Isley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Rich
Lil Rich
Producer
18YOMAN
18YOMAN
Producer
Len20
Len20
Producer
Tom Levesque
Tom Levesque
Co-Producer
Patrik Ehrenblad-Plummer
Patrik Ehrenblad-Plummer
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Zach Steele
Zach Steele
Vocal Recording Engineer
Oscar Cornejo
Oscar Cornejo
Vocal Recording Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Swish
DJ Swish
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 stepping
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous
I rep the section
No weapon, no weapon
No glizzies or Smith and Wessons
The streets don't love nobody
I promise, I learned my lessons
[Verse 2]
Protect me from the choppas
The glockers, the oppers, and the coppers
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous
I rep the blocker
Idolizing movies like Scarfaces and Shottas
To cryin' at cemeteries 'cause **** burying they partners
Gold plated, chrome plated, black painted copper
Stay with heavy metals but I am not a punk rocker
I'm God son (He God son)
I'm God son (He God son)
I'm God son
What that mean, no one can stop him
I know the haters be hatin' but they jock him
It's blessings on the way, can't let the devil block 'em
Livin' till I'm old as fuck, **** tryna shock 'em
Hundred million dollar crib, got a **** to cop one
Lord, please protect me from these hoes
The smile in my face but stab me in my back, bros
I am from the gang, so I will never complain
Iced out the cross on the chain to protect me as a whole
[Verse 3]
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 stepping
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous
I rep the section
No weapon, no weapon
No glizzies or Smith and Wessons
The streets don't love nobody
I promise, I learned my lessons
[Verse 4]
Gotta see my daughter live and my daughter live
I got two of them, gotta have more of them
Gotta be here for sure for them
Real ****, but I gotta be more for them
Put points on the board, got to score for them
Gotta set 'em up for sure the M's
When they find out what's in store for them
They gon' know they dad is really him
Just waking up in the morning, got to thank God
I don't know but last night feel kind of odd
I had a dream, I seen Slim, he was by my side
He told me somebody fuck wit me, It's gon' be homicide, yeah
I be talking to the dead homies
I hear voices in my head tellin' me who phony
Run up on me, ****, you gon' see
God son so for me you know he goin OD
I'm God son, he God son
I'm God son, he God son
I'm God son
Protected like in Benz, riding shotgun
Livin' life looking over your shoulder is not fun
Heard the ops hit the block with chops, so I gotta cop one
[Verse 5]
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 stepping
Please protect me, Lord, my life dangerous
I rep the section
No weapon no weapon
No glizzies or Smith and Wessons
The streets don't love nobody
I promise, I learned my lessons
[Verse 6]
To be the best, sometimes you got to beat the best
I beat my chest on beats
But charming I appear features in my flesh
Some women question of the year
Will he keep his dreads?
That's his antennas
Where his power reconnects, solar storm shower
His season's next
Covid leaned him with the wheezer chest
Took easy steps
Keys to whips, heat underneath the bed
On vacay we sleep good
We know they 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 could chill 'cause we solid
All I'm saying is that we got to just keep it a thousand
With each other brother
It ain't that serious, we got this
Ain't got to talk everyday, but we still stay on the topic
But if we did make time to talk everyday
We would profit
I call it offense
Pray no weapon formed against us will prosper
Written by: Albert Goodman, C. Jasper, Enoch Harris, Ernie Isley, Glenn Hopper, Harry Ray, Keenon Jackson, Nasir Jones, O'Kelly Isley Jr., O'Shea Jackson, Ronald Isley, Samuel Ahana, Sylvia Robinson, Vincent Goodyer
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