Lupe Fiasco - On Your Left lyrics

Yo, peace, peace
Morning work, well, early afternoon
Peace and blessings to Mama Electronica

Tyler hit me like,  "Wow"
This next is gon' feel like going to trial
With Simone Biles all in your files
You got a hundred dollars
Your lawyer's a hundred thou
What we doing now, ayy, you ain't gotta suit
You wake up every morning hoping
You ain't gotta shoot
I stay off in the silliest of coupes
Since the two-way in my face
I kept Chilly in my loop

It means I see the diamonds through the mess
Royal battler from the island of the left
The Dalai Lama might chimе in from Tibet
To quiet violencе in the mind
Try silencing the neck
Kemetic science and some chess
Masters or a rasta use an IBIS for a jet
But truly forest all in the
Sinus of the blessed
Still pilot a mech with Detritus on the specs
Oh, lord, with the aesthetics of a lodestar
Came through the ghetto with some
Bread and a go board

You can still see the sparkles
If it's viewed right
I just choose to do it to
Warby Parker's at a food fight (Hm)
I cry to violins only engage with the ops to
Tryna find a higher lens, yeah