Make a Scene Video (MV)

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