It's very easy to talk about Buddha's way
Cause it's very logical... It's quite simple actually
Peace to the person
Let no man be a servant
Dap to a man with a plan if you heard this
Here for a purpose
Music that you hear for a purpose
Telling you that everything is worth it
Ain't nobody perfect
Ain't nobody
Impossible possibility
Pushing tracks with tranquility
Bbq bass the backend
Cross the country agility
Properly doing magic
Positive on infinity
Passively push the package with power on my affinity
Telling you that I'm sickness and it ain't a single remedy
Mind so focused in the end it's mental symmetry
Left brain right brain vision can you picture me?
I ain't tryna talk bout scooby doo f*ck the mysteries
Prayer beads hanging off my neck with the energy
I just seen a crib up in the hills with amenities
I'm the monk who just sold his Ferrari
I'm the one who just dipped out the party
We the ones who just plot on a million it came in 50 deposits
Knew math but they couldn't get it out of us
I was in school we was studying some calculus
F*ck it when we leave they be proud of us
(Sheesh...)
(Maximili, Aye)
(Skrr Skrr)
(Really)
Four eyes but the fifth see clearly
Had to open a pack so these niggas can hear me
It's getting harder to let these niggas get near me
I'm a god man so these niggas just fear me
I should've majored in math
Insead I'm with the Buddha's we were wagering cash
I'm not the one to be catering ass
You can make it-or you just losing it fast
I was rocking Vans while you were rocking the chucks
You cared too much I wasn't giving a f*ck
You lost all the passion I was running it up
S-i-m-p-l-y I'm different I'm just making the bucks
I was betting black dollars against Uncle Sammy
Only splitting chips with the family
Don't gossip if you don't understand me
Ice cup sippin I'm just calling it Stanely
They tryna break all the commonwealth
It's harder to fall in love... that's what Autumn felt
I'm tryna be the latest tape my common shelf
Had to learn to keep a conscious self
(Mothaf*cka)
(Aye)
(Yeah yeah yeah)
(This that real talk man)
(Ghettobuddha shit man)
S Class (feat. Forever Haiku & MaxiMilien) Video (MV)
Performed By: Ghettobuddha
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Judah McLean, Maximilien Roussel
Ghettobuddha - S Class (feat. Forever Haiku & MaxiMilien) Lyrics
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It's very easy to talk about Buddha's way
Cause it's very logical... It's quite simple actually
Peace to the person
Let no man be a servant
Dap to a man with a plan if you heard this
Here for a purpose
Music that you hear for a purpose
Telling you that everything is worth it
Ain't nobody perfect
Ain't nobody
Impossible possibility
Pushing tracks with tranquility
Bbq bass the backend
Cross the country agility
Properly doing magic
Positive on infinity
Passively push the package with power on my affinity
Telling you that I'm sickness and it ain't a single remedy
Mind so focused in the end it's mental symmetry
Left brain right brain vision can you picture me?
I ain't tryna talk bout scooby doo f*ck the mysteries
Prayer beads hanging off my neck with the energy
I just seen a crib up in the hills with amenities
I'm the monk who just sold his Ferrari
I'm the one who just dipped out the party
We the ones who just plot on a million it came in 50 deposits
Knew math but they couldn't get it out of us
I was in school we was studying some calculus
F*ck it when we leave they be proud of us
(Sheesh...)
(Maximili, Aye)
(Skrr Skrr)
(Really)
Four eyes but the fifth see clearly
Had to open a pack so these niggas can hear me
It's getting harder to let these niggas get near me
I'm a god man so these niggas just fear me
I should've majored in math
Insead I'm with the Buddha's we were wagering cash
I'm not the one to be catering ass
You can make it-or you just losing it fast
I was rocking Vans while you were rocking the chucks
You cared too much I wasn't giving a f*ck
You lost all the passion I was running it up
S-i-m-p-l-y I'm different I'm just making the bucks
I was betting black dollars against Uncle Sammy
Only splitting chips with the family
Don't gossip if you don't understand me
Ice cup sippin I'm just calling it Stanely
They tryna break all the commonwealth
It's harder to fall in love... that's what Autumn felt
I'm tryna be the latest tape my common shelf
Had to learn to keep a conscious self
(Mothaf*cka)
(Aye)
(Yeah yeah yeah)
(This that real talk man)
(Ghettobuddha shit man)
Cause it's very logical... It's quite simple actually
Peace to the person
Let no man be a servant
Dap to a man with a plan if you heard this
Here for a purpose
Music that you hear for a purpose
Telling you that everything is worth it
Ain't nobody perfect
Ain't nobody
Impossible possibility
Pushing tracks with tranquility
Bbq bass the backend
Cross the country agility
Properly doing magic
Positive on infinity
Passively push the package with power on my affinity
Telling you that I'm sickness and it ain't a single remedy
Mind so focused in the end it's mental symmetry
Left brain right brain vision can you picture me?
I ain't tryna talk bout scooby doo f*ck the mysteries
Prayer beads hanging off my neck with the energy
I just seen a crib up in the hills with amenities
I'm the monk who just sold his Ferrari
I'm the one who just dipped out the party
We the ones who just plot on a million it came in 50 deposits
Knew math but they couldn't get it out of us
I was in school we was studying some calculus
F*ck it when we leave they be proud of us
(Sheesh...)
(Maximili, Aye)
(Skrr Skrr)
(Really)
Four eyes but the fifth see clearly
Had to open a pack so these niggas can hear me
It's getting harder to let these niggas get near me
I'm a god man so these niggas just fear me
I should've majored in math
Insead I'm with the Buddha's we were wagering cash
I'm not the one to be catering ass
You can make it-or you just losing it fast
I was rocking Vans while you were rocking the chucks
You cared too much I wasn't giving a f*ck
You lost all the passion I was running it up
S-i-m-p-l-y I'm different I'm just making the bucks
I was betting black dollars against Uncle Sammy
Only splitting chips with the family
Don't gossip if you don't understand me
Ice cup sippin I'm just calling it Stanely
They tryna break all the commonwealth
It's harder to fall in love... that's what Autumn felt
I'm tryna be the latest tape my common shelf
Had to learn to keep a conscious self
(Mothaf*cka)
(Aye)
(Yeah yeah yeah)
(This that real talk man)
(Ghettobuddha shit man)
Writer: Judah McLean, Maximilien Roussel
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