NO WEAPON FORMED

Isaiah, fifty-four

No weapon formed against me, shall prosper

Yeah

Brodie eating Bricks in a cell

Send that boy a pack through the mail

Hope my nigga really doing well

Know my brother bout to come home

I can never sell my soul

I know how these labels try to roll

I'ma make my own way fasho

Never worried, I know I'ma blow

Never worried, I know I'ma blow

Never worried, I know I'ma blow

Mama better know she raised a goat

I went through that pain, I face it though

People really need me, know this shit ain't easy, but I make it a look basic though

That hoe way too needy, try me and I'm leaving

I don't need a reason, I'ma go

Fuck it

Nigga swore that we rivals

Now I'm beefing with one of my idols

Nah, he don't hold that title

Bet my nigga crash out, no Geico

Jealousy mixed with envy, that boy he got plenty, Oh, he really trippin'

I bet that we spinning his block none stop, and we wet that shit up like the dishes

Yeah

Peter Parker, park his whip, and then flip it

I'm da Spyder-Man, lil' bitch, I'm a menace

I just seen his hoe in public, now I'm trying to fuck it, cause I'm feeling lucki

I get in that pussy and kill it, I don't got no feelings

Told the bitch I'm innit

Oh, you got a problem? Address it, when we send a message, It won't be through texting

My nigga walked in with a tec in, and we really stepping, he shoot like he Stephen

Yeah

He jump in the ring, and he let that bitch sing, and he boxing yo ass like it's Tekken

This shit was a dream, now it's reality and I'm in my bag like Supreme

That hoe on her knees, she treat me like a king

She bout to give me everything

Yeah

Woah

Free Dee, free Sam, nigga I ain't forget about y'all

No bap

Brodie eating Bricks in a cell

Send that boy a pack through the mail

Hope my nigga really doing well