PSALM 35 ft. Nat James Lyrics

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 4X4, 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