Lyrics

Yo shout out my boy A.Rob it's your boy iNTeLL in the building man And free Palestine a thousand times Okay live from the 215 My baby girl gone die by a real one's side But still I step into the light any given night Give me the mic I just might make your boo tongue tied She can't speak I'm the highest in the room all times you can't reach Really bright as the moon at night in Palm Beach Gonna shine from the sky up in your third eye until I blind it and you can't see Now hold up hold up hold up Who's that whippin' a matt black Impala I confess I'm guilty your honor Way too hot just stepped out the sauna How'd he do that right there Mashallah Okay live from the 718 let's get it straight I escaped using my mind combine with the faith Now I'm great or I just realized what's on my plate Set the date when you really realize it's not a race Or that race was constructed to keep you trapped in a maze I'm amazed at the praise lames get over plays Insane that these real emcees don't get fame Won't complain anymore keep scorching you with the flame like Who's that whippin' a matt black Impala I confess I'm guilty your honor Way too hot just stepped out the sauna How'd he do that right there Mashallah Alright, what's your problem I have to ask ya Is it cause I'm coming up like a patch of grass Or cause I pull up with the swag in a black dishdasha And they want to book me after half a chapter Yee ain't ready The pen be mightier than machete Blow heady and I come down slow call it confetti Want beef and I'm there for the fix like Teddy The whole committee pulling up to your city I got em' all like Who's that whippin' a matt black Impala I confess I'm guilty your honor Way too hot just stepped out the sauna How'd he do that right there Mashallah See by the will of God I'm attacking the beat Until the beat can't breathe like it's Black in the street Watch me go back to back unwrapping my heat Spraying verbs on these Herbs cause they lacking the heem Unpacking the dream I'm higher than a gravity beam Star lord with the sword and my faculty mean So don't try and sell me a cow when I'm after the cream My battery seems complete when I crash on the scene like Who's that whippin' a matt black Impala I confess I'm guilty your honor Way too hot just stepped out the sauna How'd he do that right there Mashallah Puffin' on Runtz big hits no bunts Louder that a quire we higher than X-Game stunts I got my bros from the street if you want to be sweet But you know I stand for peace If u met A once That's how we gone do it We ain't ain't congruent at all but if you're talking money I am beyond fluent To make sure Mom doing okay and we all coolin' So we can pull up to a palace in Palestine and have em' like Wait Who's that whippin' a matt black Impala I confess I'm guilty your honor Way too hot just stepped out the sauna How'd he do that right there Mashallah Who's that whippin' a matt black Impala I confess I'm guilty your honor Way too hot just stepped out the sauna How'd he do that right there Mashallah
Writer(s): Ameen Rahman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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