Make a Scene

Yah, ayy, pull up clean
 I might have to make a scene
 Yah
 Wrist on beam
 I might have to make a scene
 Yah
 I might do the most
 Pull up clean in a rolls
 And my wrist on beam
 I might have to make a scene
 Yah
 I have not got in a Rolls Royce
 I pray to God at the gun points
 Saying gimme my shot, I'ma run courts
 Thinking that I might hit it back, boy more sports
 I might have to make a scene
 Boy I'mma run round screaming
 A sandboxed faith is just not enough for me man
 With a lead band I can pray for a revamp
 But tell me who is gonna take it to the street then?
 Rae Sremmurd, powerglide
 You can hear my base coming from a mile high
 And I'm in the race, running, this a chase
 Blood pumping, elevate, someone check the pace
 Hunting down the top two
 And I'm always second place
 On purpose; a heading on another page
 Tryna get the people seeing me with heaven's face
 Mayday hate crimes
 Make a scene when they pray cause the hate dies
 And I'm bringing the Way to estranged eyes
 Show em something better than the regular of safe life
 Boring
 Go all in
 Wake him up, praising in the mourning
 Thought I sleep on him he never disappointed
 Watch me pulling up, I'm clean; that's important
 Yah, ayy, pull up clean
 I might have to make a scene
 Yah
 Wrist on beam
 I might have to make a scene
 Yah
 I might do the most
 Pull up clean in a rolls
 And my wrist on beam
 I might have to make a scene
 Yah
 Wrist on beam. Peon, please
 Got my whole self gleaming
 So clean from the being I breathe in, when I talk it's His walk that I'm speaking
 Not my thought or reason
 I can think I'm in the wrong damn season
 Given me a skill set, Liam Neeson
 Waste it if I chill here on the bleachers
 Do the most that I gotta do
 Holy Ghost with the miracle, I'm on the move
 He can tell me be a poster, you're fireproof
 Show his face in the hopes that I might improve
 Yeah, washed in a lighter fluid
 Sent like "Go be a fighter steward"
 Taking Him to the places I might've ruined
 Your religion won't save you, go find a new one
 The most that you try
 Can't post up, fault's in your pride
 You abide by your faux centreline
 On path, off path, your path fine
 But they're pathologically lying
 Clean by any means isn't defined
 Living sin to the knee high
 From the outside, damn what a neat guy
 Yah, ayy, pull up clean
 I might have to make a scene
 Yah
 Wrist on beam
 I might have to make a scene
 Yah
 I might do the most
 Pull up clean in a rolls
 And my wrist on beam
 I might have to make a scene
 Yah