Calamity, profanity, buddha dreams, insanity. where'd it go? how i know how to flow?
Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
And if buddhism is real, i'm ill to the last coffin
And i stay down like my economy and finally i stay true to my might dynasty, yup!!!
Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club
Ya dogs neutered im smoother then the head of a buddha
Whether buddhist or buddah, that's judas or judah
I got flows, for rap shows, buddha smoke through my nose,
Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
Hotel suite, room keys is a gift
This the newest to puff buddhist,
Freddy, are you ready, we heavy, fresh buddha,
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
Throwing up the dynasty
They say nothings ever free
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