Protect Me From Evil

[Intro]
Hey (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)
Hey
Hey
Yeah, I put up all half
(Pablo crazy for this motherfucker)
BigWalkDog
Hey
Hey
Ha
Hey

[Verse]
Protect me from evil, that's what I say to this heater
Every time I leave the house, I know if you need it
Knowin' you really don't need it, just wanna see me give it out (Huh?)
I bet the bank I got different amounts
I put a Patek into my accounts
The bigger the risk, the bigger the house
The bigger the fool, the figure it out
Hey, I'm looking up, got my head in the clouds
Hopin' they watching the ground
When I do a show, ain't no use to patting me down
New poppin' with thirty some rounds
Might get me a pop and a deuce and I dirty somethin' down
He a lick 'cause they heard he got pounds
Go do a show, then I prolly go shoot back to the town
Told my cousin to short me one down
Got it right out the mud, I prolly couldn't walk through a flood
One-eleven, mix water with blood
Had to see what it was
You prolly see what it does, the streets ain't got no more love
I show my diamond to both of the judges
They want the choppas, I really wasn't budgin'
Ain't talking 'bout time, but that been out the question
Showed them my status, they got off the subject
Like, fuck it, might turn to a Christian while dodgin' these bullets
Only see money, he died for the hustle
Don't know one another, won't die for each other
I been told my mama I'd die for my brother
He talk how I talk, he touch six figures yearly
Six-figures jewelry, a pot of detergent
I had to go get me some money, it was urgent
Can't say you were walking, you ain't hop out Suburban
They know that I'm that nigga, ain't gotta be worried
Gon' stay in they lane, they ain't gotta be tourin'
Got fifty on me, all blue and it's early
Got fifty on me with a switch conversion
Can't never fake pay or cross you just to purge
Bitch, I'm the one, ain't no other way to word it
Big legend, I double, can't put on my jersey
Go and cross you like AI, three shooters like Curry
Put a twenty on the truck, pull up drippin' and servin'
Show my mama four hundred, she preachin' the sermon
The money the subject, I teach what I'm learnin'
Ain't no way over here, the bridges been burning
For these niggas paternity, got rich 'cause I earned it
I sent money for Christmas, Thanksgiving for turkeys
I promise I'm working, won't pop no more Perkies
Plus when I'm thirsty, my pop been up searchin'
She got her a Benz and might get her a Birkin
See you with Chanel, they know everything working
No, it ain't perfect, but working, for certain
You know I'm gon' ride 'til they open the curtains
You know you were here when my pockets was hurtin'
I carry the load, fix all of the burdens
I'm cut like that, it ain't come from no surgery
Got all this shit off working and servin'
Been rappin' with wordplay, trappin' since Thursday
First in the whole state, show you a whole thing
At the show with choppas with no aim
Hit one button and empty the whole thing
When he get on the 'yo, he gon' go claim it
I came straight out the Trick, had no name
When you come from the bottom, it's yo' game
Come from ramen and crackers to lo mein

[Chorus]
Hey, pray to the Lord, my soul to keep
Hustle and sleep, we all gon' eat
Got two for the one and one for the freak
They take away places, then how you gon' eat?
They know where you live, then how you gon' sleep?
How you gon' creep? Nigga, how you gon' beef?
Tryna be some shit that you probably won't be
Hey, pray to the Lord, my soul to keep
Hustle and sleep, we all gon' eat
Got two for the one and one for the freak
They take away places, then how you gon' eat?
They know where you live, then how you gon' sleep?
How you gon' creep? Nigga, how you gon' beef?
Tryna be some shit that you probably won't be