Mark of Buddha Lyrics – Chief Keef | Skeletor

Read the full Mark of Buddha lyrics by Chief Keef from the album Skeletor along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(You aren’t even a cool breeze for my man Taz!)

[Verse 1]
Head on a swivel, we got dog food kibble
Man your business, put a mark of Buddha on your temple
I feed the b!tch pickles
Lepers icicle
Ride through your city with an AR pistol
B!tch how you a dime
Pu*sy smell like nickels
You a gold digger, my right wrist look like a pack of fu*kin skittles

Yeah, I’m from the hood, I was born in the hood hospital
Naw, n!gga, that’s literally a hot pill up in the hood
No, I ain’t have to be no motherfu*king crook
Nah, I ain’t ask to be no motherfu*king dub
I don’t see the doors go up and show me motherfu*king love
Bought another Lambo just to kill her outside of the club
Bought a hundrеd turkey bags and phone them outsidе with a dub
Saw that broke-ass n!gga sitting his broke-ass outside of the club

[Verse 2]
I got two fifties on me, b!tch, I’m outside with a hun
Try to help and get me talk, cause a n!gga outside with a bun
S*it get hectic, yeah, I know, cause I was outside with a gun
That Chicago n!gga, that n!gga didn’t go out with his son
I ain’t beefing with you, n!gga I’m beefing with a pint
I’ma state the hype while I’ve been gathered shooting at the hype
They always told me what you reap, you sow
Take it from your n!gga and what you keep, you sow
Want some mild s*it, chop your fu*king pinky, yo
Clean my diamonds up until they look like shiny gold
Told them watch my 4J till them b!tches squeaky clean
I got big-ass diamonds sticking in my pinky ring
All these vehicles, it’s hard for me to keep them clean
I can’t trust a b!tch as far as good as she can sing
I can’t wife a b!tch that don’t know how to cook and clean

Set the wire for the weed, these ain’t no triple beans
I’m in love with money, water, weed, promethazine
Where that boy that had nothing get, that boy get everything
, 000 phone, this b!tch better out every day
When nothing b!tches call my phone, I just let it ring
I need my eyes clean for all the s*it I’m fu*king saying
All the s*it I’m fu*king saying
All the s*it I’m fu*king saying
All the s*it I’m fu*king saying
All the s*it I fu*king see (See)
Pull up for you, drop the mask (Mask)
Chill out, jail ice cream
But my son ain’t got a grump in the fu*king hood
Cause that n!gga just like me
If all the cousins wasn’t up in the hood doing fried s*it, man, that n!gga be just like me
Eyes low as hell
I can still see that death is a deeper sleep
The track came back, new interior, s*it look like raspberry tea
Told lil shorty, only hit the phone if that blackberry sweet
Got the track done again, I don’t even know why I ain’t even drove it up the street
I never fu*k a b!tch with a n!gga
How the fu*k you think you can fu*k with me?
I just bought me a house all cash lil n!gga you still fu*kin up your lease (Pu*sy boy)
I just bought me a truck all cash n!gga and I bought another whip the other week (Pu*sy boy)
I pull out this fu*king fleet (Uh)
Your d!ck, I’m saving bills, how the tires screech? (Skkrt)
White Lamborghini like some bleach
Boy, that s*it you in is fu*king weak (Weak)
Boy, that s*it be looking super cheap (Uh)
Freak James riding round with a super freak (Uh)
Up to pee, squeeze, now you sleep
Drench a n!gga, you a thot, that n!gga finna sleep
Drench a n!gga, you a thot, that n!gga finna sleep
She said, mama’s social, selling weed
Check your ass, n!gga, I can see some jealousy (Uh)
Pu*sy think he sneaking on me, lava melt a creep
Me ain’t making it back long, but he went fast asleep (Bang, bang, bang)
She said, mama’s social, selling weed (Bang, bang, bang)

[Outro]
She said, mama’s social, selling weed
She said, mama’s social, selling weed (Bang, bang, bang)
She said, mama’s social, selling weed (Bang, bang, bang)
She said, mama’s social, selling weed
She said, mama’s social, selling weed
She said, mama’s social, selling weed
She said, mama’s social, selling weed