I got broads in Atlanta, I got broads in the A, they think I'm a designer
Her body shaped like an hourglass, when I hit it, she put on a timer
We used to post at the diner, I had a blick in my hat at the club as a minor
The button right under the seat, I'ma lay on a jit, but it's not a recliner
They were saying my people was animalistic
But all of these people with power they talkin' about, they ain't even religious
The charity is part of the law, and it says that we can't be materialistic
I know 'bout rabbis who sleep on the couch, the media talks 'bout the richest
And I know I was never taught nothing malicious
If the animal suffer, my mom told me, "Don't take a bite, even though it's delicious"
So it's crazy that Sheisty done gave me that name, the life of the dreidel, a misfit
When I jumped off the porch, I was wearing a tallis and the field was vicious
But none of this new to me, since a jit, I've been tryna preach unity
They not even Jewish, they speakin' on Jews, they never been to the community
I'm not even from that community, but I won't let 'em speak on it loosely
And שלהם is a Hebrew word, that means "of them" and it never meant "used to be"
I got broads in Atlanta, I got broads in the A, they think I'm a designer
Her body shaped like an hourglass, when I hit it, she put on a timer
We used to post at the diner, I had a blick in my hat at the club as a minor
The button right under the seat, I'ma lay on a jit, but it's not a recliner
I don't even know 'bout cars, I ain't buyin' no i8 just to show them that I ate
I'm downtown like, "Take my tape," I threw the two-shot in the lake
I did it 'olo, why they hate? Got a monkey on my back, no Bathing Ape
They about to hear my roar, got it off that Seder plate
Ay, everybody 'round me doomed, don't play, hundred-round drum, Boomhauer, okay
954, you know what they say, wherever you from, you play, you lay
Trick question, you a rat, not an alibi, I was in Boca with Malachi
Fuck a pig, I'll wait 'til rabbits fly, 40 Glock spit rapid fire
They try to say that I run the banks, I was just passing by
And I had that fire on me in class, that shit was classified
And it's always the bullshit that gon' get instantly gratified
Smoking on who? Jit, white-girl wasted, you must be cracker high
I got broads in Atlanta, I got broads in the A, they think I'm a designer
Her body shaped like an hourglass, when I hit it, she put on a timer
We used to post at the diner, I had a blick in my hat at the club as a minor
The button right under the seat, I'ma lay on a jit, but it's not a recliner
