Glass Bottles

I think the chicken's a little too dry at Roscoe's I buy all of my pants and my socks at Costco I'm used to codeswitchin' like Donnie Broscoe I once led a gang of lost boys, Dante Bosco, White folks gettin' confused, callin' me Paco Askin' for the nachos and a bowl of gazpacho IG clones snap pics, ask for a follow All their egos are fragile as glass bottles I grew up watchin' Eminem battlin' Lotto So much blow in the bathroom, it look like winter in Oslo USA want me to pray to the twelve apostles But all my gods got eight arms like they was Otto Octavius, not an atheist, I'm enveloped in radiance Got a fine lookin' melanin gradient Coveted it by these Caucasians Slim Indian with a tilted brim, this ain't a win I don't play to win, I am made to win, I am him, him Take a sip from that bottle, swallow Now talk that shit that you wanna Take a sip from that bottle, swallow Now talk that shit that you wanna If you say you for the culture, then I know you not And if you pander to these vultures, then I hope you rot If you say you for the culture, then I know you not And if you pander to these vultures, then I hope you rot Let's get it I hate everything that you are Ooh, I hate how they dealt these cards How a sari is all you need, to be taken seriously How a bindhi is more important than the person who actually wore it You ain't no purist, you're a tourist Everything ain't solved with tea Hate how we come from democracy, from nonviolence But you like this guy cause your mommy, daddy like him You gon' be just like him Have a brain, have vision, man, f*ck religion While I'm at it, man, f*ck partition Yeah, I said it, you all my dogs, I don't care anymore That ain't my cause, I ain't fightin no wars For these stupid old men who ain't gettin no broads Say they pray every day, so you thinking they Gods You could grow your beard out, still look like a fraud Hate that you let them just do what they want And I hate that you say that you represent Don't know who your rep is See, Pramila need to be protected Ro Khanna, he stay on my guest list And I hate that you love (talk that shit) For making movies about rappers, couldn't let me live And I hate these promoters been paying the same motherfucker for the past 10 years Ain't giving us shit And I hate brown rappers think they better than me That's a goddamn lie And I hate that you still won't do better after this song But, I still gotta try Take a sip from that bottle, swallow Now talk that shit that you wanna Take a sip from that bottle, swallow Now talk that shit that you wanna