[Chorus: Freddie Old School]
It’s Freddie
These bars coming from my soul
N***a don’t ask me for no raps I’m not trying to get on
This kind of shit make religion look awfully wrong
Open your eyes to what is real

[Verse 1: Freddie Old School]
Fuck that ignorance is bliss, your bitch conceited
Those words, she don’t mean them
Wanna cover her eyes like tv is playing a sex scene
She can’t see ‘til period bleeds
Constantly telling n***as what to do
Ain’t no good one, feed ‘em
If you wanna make a move then just practice with you I’ll teach you
God got us, we some prophets living honest, I try to
Still smoking weed and kissing girls, they say it’s taboo
I get confused, contradictions the world’s birth
But I ain’t scared that’s why you rarely see me inside of a church
Plus I was the midwife, I remember her past life
Brought her back and her soul was aligned so now we alright
Shit I got some demons in my closet
I ain’t worried I promise
Probably conjure up a plan, relinquish my karma
These n***as wish they had it in their genes
I’m more revel thana white teen in a pair of ripped jeans
I’m more gut than Mickey-dee’s that your bitch still eat
Cold as the forty that I freeze just so that you can’t dream
Yous an unhealthy n***a
Talking about the money that you wish you was getting
Daydreaming inside a fishbowl is where you thought you was living
I got a million reasons why not to depend on the system
If you ignorant than it make sense why you don’t listen
This will is God
[Chorus: Freddie Old School]
These bars coming from my soul
N***a don’t ask me for no raps I’m not trying to get on
This kind of shit make religion look awfully wrong
Open your eyes to what is real
These bars coming from my soul
N***a don’t ask me for no raps I’m not trying to get on
This kind of shit make religion look awfully wrong
Open your eyes to what is real

[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]
As I enter the brain, it’s going in like missionary
But the only difference this a Baptist church
Get your mind out he gutter before shit is worse
Get a nurse to kill your pain if it’s not from this verse
Trying to conquer the planet
In one hand the bitch making a sandwich
Earthquake in Los Angelos
Grand am [?]
I blam blam male panthers
Thundercats to you wonder pets
Overachieving the undergrads
Don’t wear nothing under your cap and gown
Imma flip the tassel (Baby)
You gonna grip the paddle (baby)
I look you dead in your eyes, concentrating like I was flicking lighters
(Yeah baby)
And speaking of which
I light up so much they compare me to hell
And I don’t fuck with them
I affiliate with free-minded people
My mind be elsewhere
You religious?
Who the hell cares?
I swear to God
[Chorus: Freddie Old School]
These bars coming from my soul
N***a don’t ask me for no raps I’m not trying to get on
This kind of shit make religion look awfully wrong
Open your eyes to what is real
These bars coming from my soul
N***a don’t ask me for no raps I’m not trying to get on
This kind of shit make religion look awfully wrong
Open your eyes to what is real