Hold up pause, wait
Man I feel alive with a vibe in a Porsche
So i knock down doors, ayy
'Cause the thought of a ride like that
Got their mind up fifteen floors wait
So I put em' in touch where the side of the sauce
Don't crush main course, ayy
No 4 manna give it all, give it all, all to the Lord, wait
Feel like a dreamer spirited and wild pen up in a loud feature
See me in the costa, living the vida
Manna figured it out divinity beyond the meter
Oh and that's everyday
Way into the night no matinee
Break bread with the gang, man pray
'Cause the King spilled blood and he poured out cabernet
Yeah, no Rambo but I cut through ears Van Gogh
From the back streets 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
'Cause the purest life is more than the white
Unveiled when you breeze on the backroads
Man's sat in Calais
King of the sky like maroon beret
All of the gas don't matter to me
Long as the Lord say follow my name
To slum or chalet
King on the ball like Sadi' Mane
All the defence gon' get in my way but
We got the strength and head in the game, so
Yeah, no Rambo but I cut through ears Van Gogh
From the back streets 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
'Cause the purest life is more than the white
Unveiled when you breeze on the backroads
Yeah, no Rambo but i cut through ears Van Gogh
From the back streets 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
'Cause the purest life is more than the white
Unveiled when you breeze on the backroads