Hands Up

Hold up, pause, wait Man I feel alive with The vibe in the Porsche so I knock down Doors, ay Could've thought of a ride like that 'cause the mind got fifteen floors, wait So put 'em in touch with the side the source, don't Crash main course, ay No four by four, Man I give it all, give it all, all To the Lord, wait Feel like a dreamer, Buried in mud I been allowed feature See me The poster, living la vida, man I figured it Out even it be on a meter Oh, And that's every day Way into the night, No matinee Break with the gang, 'Cause the King blood and He poured out Cabernet Oh, And that's every day Way into the night, No matinee Break bread with the gang, Man pray 'Cause the King spilled blood and He Poured out Cabernet Yeah, Lil Rambo But I cut Through the days like Van Gogh From the backstreets To the vandal Walls with 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 on zip and the G's on the back Roads Man fighting Kobe King in the sky like Marvin Murray All of the gaps don't matter to Me Long as the Lord says, "Follow My name" Yeah, yeah, too slow, mo chave King on the Ball like Sadio Mané All of the fence couldn't Get in my way We got the strength and Headed the game so Yeah, too slow, Mo chave King on the ball like Sadio Mané All of the fence couldn't get in my way We got the strength and headed the game so