Текст песни PSALM 35 (feat. Nat James) - Brice Wilson

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