Yellow Ferrari

K Free: Ayy this HiGHconic Dave Life: Yeah talk that talk from Pakistan K Free K Free: Man ya'll ain't know nothin' about the High Life I'll tell ya that much Dave Life: Let's run it Yellow Ferrari 458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt) Whip through the city Like I got the gold medallion (Er er) Best part about it I ain't even Italian (No sir!) Fuck if you doubt it My shooters first battalion! (Brrrahh!) Blue Maserati Sippin Biscotti with Martin Scorsese Im always talking' fugazi Except when it's facts they tell me relax But it's been the same since the eighties, hate me I just been fiendin' for greatness, lately I just been feelin' ya hatred, play me City blocks in the spaceship, hazy I just been locked in the basement daily Daily, nightly, weekly, monthly Save me, fight me, free me from me Hate me, spite me, see me, judge me Davey Life I'm feelin' lucky (Feelin' lucky!) I got my vision up to Polaris Better watch that throne 'for I go to Paris (Runnin' it up!) Yellow Ferrari 458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt) Whip through the city Like I got the gold medallion (Er er) Best part about it I ain't even Italian (No sir!) Fuck if you doubt it My shooters first battalion! (Brrrahh!) 747 30,000 feet high above the heavens Need to ease the tension Bridge the gap I'm caught up in suspension Hit the gas I'm blown out the engine Time and space I search for new dimensions Writin' past the margins need extensions Foreign money green and red complexion Surgical the flow perform dissections Killed the beat perform a resurrection Second coming feel like Armageddon Left the country I ain't even tell 'em (No, Nah) Business moves is all that's on my mental Leather seats the whip is not a rental Flood the rari make it rain torrential (Whoa, Yeah) Need my dogs to see they true potential Run with killers ain't coincidental Been a poet since I graced the pencil At my lowest I can top your temple Treat my mind and body like a temple Soul done set the standard made the template Gang elite you bearing no resemblance (Whoa, Yeah) When I leave I come back with a vengeance Only time I weep is in repentance Only thing I seek is validation (Whoa, Yeah) Sleeping on me feel like hibernation Never will I break my concentration Water on me like its condensation Yellow Ferrari 458 Italia (Skrrt skrrt) Whip through the city Like I got the gold medallion (Er er) Best part about it I ain't even Italian (No sir!) Fuck if you doubt it My shooters first battalion! (Brrrahh!)