Lord Protect Me (feat. Roc Marciano)

Lord protect me from my friends (Lord)

Still keep the F&N on my deathbed

Can't trust the rats around bread like a crystal meth head

Can't shit where you rest your head

Can't burn the candle from end to end, you dig?

Been had heroin in the pen but the pigs couldn't pin it on the kid

This shit is rigged, might catch a kingpin bid

For just thinking this big, and it was said I might be tweaking a bit

Shit, prehistoric skin on the Louis Loafs (Louis Loafs)

Two kilos, no dookie ropes

Still pull 'em though, still hit the bull on his nose and bulldoze

Get chose by some thick pitbull hoes, beautiful souls

Next thing you know shorty tripping like Glenn Close (been trippin')

Just when I thought we was getting close

Don't tip the boat and get your fist soaked

Raised so many kids in the biz I'm feeling

Like Phillip from Diff'rent Strokes

Talk, can't milk a pimp, give me the guilt trip

Convince me to trick on you, take you on a guilt trip

Eat through the bills I had like some silverfish

It's disingenuous like them filtered pics

You used the real real niggas and claim you innocent

But due to your scent we can't even be friends with benefits

Shit, I'm not a dimwit

Even in a room when it's dimly lit you can see that I'm really rich

I'm really with the shits

Could steal or steal in my Givenchy trench

In the Benz listening to Mitchy Slick

Many men wish death upon me like 50 Cent

By the time they find Slime body it probably stink, uh