CYHI! I’m a freedom fighter, Dalai Lama from a weed supplier

I’m Muhammad to the rap game, that’s my last name, my first should be Elijah

And I need a choir, frequent flyer gold medallion: Jesus piece

I’m the one the real G’s admire cuz I’m trying to get removed to leave the streets

And I don’t need the beat, cuz I can easily

Speak to these, removed through the frequencies

To compete wit me, you gone need a Priest to preach

Or your sweetest niece to give a hell of a Easter speech

I keep the heat, right there underneath the seat

Got pulled over by the Police this week

They ask me why I got this fully loaded piece with me

I say “Officer I’m just trying to make home peacefully”

So I’m riding with the rifle, another iron, and a Bible

Call my removed out in Paris help 'em climb up the Eiffel

We don’t give a fuck cuz it’s all about survival

When you caught up in the cycle and you feel like you’re entitled to

More than what you getting and it turn you homicidal

Y’all know that I’m the best but i swear y’all in denial

And they don’t wanna say it cuz I’m better than they idol

Got the mind of a disciple when I’m rocking a revival

But I’m soon to be the King fuck you and your team, bada-boom bada-bing

If you don’t like the way I rule my regime

Like the month before June removed spring

I’m Desmond Tutu mixed with the Zeus of the Zulus

I’m the leader of the new school man I swear I’m starting to feel like