[Intro]
Check it, uh

[Verse]
This game is fucked up, it's called treason
My n***a got shot in the temple for no reason
That's why I show up at the holy temple
Smokin' buddha to ease my mental on these frozen icicles
Police brutality, so malice-in', our lives are shatterin'
Got me hangin' with more fouler men
Kickin' my supreme algebra
I'll give you thirty shots like the month of June on the calendar
Lower your stamina, left blood in that spot
Then left 'em in a fuckin' parking lot
My man Sunset'll murk you on the spot
Then get jammed up because he left his TEC hot, bet not
Look how much info the feds got
Now we in the cell, caught slippin' from red dots
I swear they got the God livin' in hell
They do you like a battery, charge you and put you in cells
Ayo, we live enslaved for as long as 400 years
My young n***as shed ghetto black tears
Fuck is you doin'? Why you livin' in fear?
Get off your ass and get some new ideas
Why you talkin' that shit? I should buck you
If you don't like my song, either love it, or bitch, fuck you
If I had my knife, I would cut you
Reach out like the holy spirit, and then touch you
And I've been rhymin' since I was a child
I bless mics divine, heavenly style
My bitch rock a 'fro like the '70s now
A Coke bottle model, I bet her parents was proud
[Chorus]
I been breakin' a lot of rules lately
And I ain't been goin' to school lately
I been smokin' a lot of buddha lately
Drinkin' Hennessey 'til the Lord take me
I been breakin' a lot of rules lately
And I ain't been goin' to school lately
I been smokin' a lot of buddha lately
Drinkin' Hennessey 'til the Lord take me
Uh

[Outro]
It's the God, man, blessin' mics, man
You know how we do, man, Griselda