PSALM 35 (feat. Nat James)

We doin' this for money Hold up, pause, wait Man I feel alive with the vibe in the Porsche So I knock down doors, aye Could've thought of a ride like that Got the mind up fifteen floors, wait So I put 'em in touch with the side of the source Don't crash main course, aye No 4, man I give it all, give it all All to the LORD, wait Feel like a dreamer Spirit it 'em, wow P-Pen 'em like feature City in the Costa livin' La Vida Man I figured it out, divinity be on the meter Oh, and that's everyday Way into the night, no marinate Break bread with the gang, man pray Cus the king spilled blood when he poured out cabernet Yea! No rambo But I cut through ears like Van Gogh From the backstreets to the Bando All through the hierarchy no Maslow They talk about weight on the scales But I'm sharp on the keys like a black note Cus the purest life is more than the white on veil when you breezin' the backroads Man Stephen Curry King in the sky like Martin Weary All of the gas don't matter to me Long as the LORD say "follow my name" Yea, yea! Too slim or shady King on the bull like Sadi Mane All of the feds gon' get in my way But we got the strength And head in the game so Lucid awake in the dream And I'm provin' to make an insight to the plan woah I dap for the wave in the studio, same day flight to Milan, woah Used to be doin' what I tell them Now never do cus it don't look right for the brand, but You man a part of the reason I'm here with a mic in my hand, like I do not fear what I'm getting into Be the gunner take me to the grave Pull the trigger, it's an operation, take a shot, and then pray I've been devoting my time for this over and over again You man'll know when you're in my zone, cus you're in my vocal range Yea, all for the foot to the floor, with a pedal Imma whip that, get that I'm gone Find me north of the country miles off where I'm from Diggin' up heat tryna elevate, and change what level I'm on Stay diverse cus most of the verses made have already been done Extelligence back with the heat, in the trap for the gang Been away, but I shell that beat and I'm back with a bang R-R-Remix lucid fam, then I'm back to my land Switch up quick, don't lose it, gimme them facts when I factor the plan And I'll make this quick No mobile, never done press They told me "I'd never be nothin'" but the boy keep comin' and cooking up hits I chef like I'm at the Ritz On point like part of the script I'm pulling up right in front with a blacked out whip That's solar eclipse (Skrt) And I told them straight Man, I'm whippin' up sauce for the rave For the gang, for the wave Long as I hear BopBop when it plays (Bop bop bop bop) Tryna get in my way though They will not in get in my face (They will not do it) But you are not stopping me blowin' I'm done when I'm done or I'm dead in grave Bustin' only with the fam Aye, till I die fly away, woah Ninja told me I'm the man So I'm reppin' when I say I know the legacy made, yea And I live it everyday, woah There are levels to my faith, yea There are levels when I pray Pray Pray