Mandela lyrics

[Verse 1]

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 niggas to leave the streets

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

Speak to these, niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga 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...

[Bridge]

Mandela! Nelson Nelson! (I want my troops in the field like)

Mandela! Nelson Nelson! (All these niggas wanna kill)

Mandela! Nelson Nelson! (Y'all gone make me do 20 years like)

Mandela! Nelson Nelson! (Man I'm starting to feel like)

[Hook]

Like Nelson Mandela, Nelson Mandela

Like Nelson Mandela, Nelson Mandela

Like Nelson Mandela, Nelson Mandela

Like Nelson Mandela, Nelson Mandela

[Verse 2]

Nelson Mandela get to know your ancestors

Can't tell me they ain't jealous of a 7-gram seller

It was something about Mary, nigga I was Ben Stiller

Now the fans fan-mail us all the way from Manchester

Can't tell us shit if you ain't never spent

Time trying to sell a nick just to get

The car with the trunk in the front

Shawty that's a elephant

Intelligent nigga with hella sense

Speak with such eloquence

Ever since I been on my regimen

Niggas been upset with Prynce

But let 'em vent while I start a revolution

Seem like when your work hard, you never get your retribution

Niggas sending threats but I Keep something with me

Sound like dooka-dooka-dooka when I'm shootin'

Same ones that was singing Huey Newton

Prince to a King, you don't see the evolution

20 years in the pen, man that's really execution

So I encourage each and every student

To stay in school, play it cool, obey the rules or

Pay your dues, make a move, take a tool or

Write some raps, make a mixtape with Clue, and

You can be dope as me, April Fool's Boy

Trying to get 40 acres and a mule boy

Ridin with 40 acres in a two door

I feel like Larenz Tate in the pool hall

Right before Terrance Howard lit the Newport

• Artist:CyHi the Prynce