[Verse]
Alright, okay, uhm, yeah
A room full of faces, it’s me and Ralphie dog
I head to the Jewish Community Center for racquet ball on Tuesdays
It’s match point, I cover it like duvet
Understand the sensei
My wisdom is far beyond
The East and Empire, I’m something like a shock-a-con
It’s the planet earth, I brought it here to garden on
My fifth year in, but I’m hungrier than Ramadan
I’m trying to get that parsley, not deal with the paparazzi
My rap style is sloppy, I never ask for handouts
I been a little homie, but it’s time to be thе man now
This the type a music that’ll give my mom a grandchild
Clocks usеd to give you the time, they want to dance now
Oh, goddamn my ancestors
Higher than the words coming out of (?) mouth
Little cup of Jameson
Got bitches, got bitches like Wilt Chamberlain