Wisdom of Self

Bitches wanna talk, I don't wanna listen I'mma ball like my name is Scottie Pippen Industry is in my palms, it's all finessin' Homemade rose, you can't cop a visit Got big on reddit off of karma fishin' You call it target missin', I'm all indifferent Steer off the old path, hope I don't crash Got more drive than all the competition I'm not a fraud, I just conned the missions I'm not religious, I trust my own 'tuitions Top it off with some heady corona She's bendin' over, I put away any leftovers She said "before we begin gettin' sober" "I see you're drunk off power, check the culture" "You can't even see what's around you" "Even I'm beginning to doubt you" Visions gettin' cloudy, image is kinda lousy I'm filthily fuckin' around with debauchery I'm filchin' my sound from the people who doubted me The same people who laughed are now crowdin' me Came up from the ground up Didn't get my hands scrubbed, not watered down but that broke Now I got grandsons, about thirty of em And honestly I'm still learnin' from em My artwork's my baby, so I treat her right Burnin' up inside, cuz they said I wasn't free to write About my pride, passion and heritage I'll rap about the Holocaust, cuz that's the shit that I inherited Not you, you don't understand my generational pain The reason I take victory as occupational strain What I do is grunt work, a Jew that's stubborn I rap for my Sephardic brethren gettin' sunburnt You don't understand where I came from, you never will I'm a crossroads, I'm the sum of a pressured 'mil My dad from Europe, and my mom from the Negev yield Then there's me and my brother, a mixture of legacies Two Jewish zoomers comin' up with the recipe Bring some spices and sprouts, call it sesame Scaffoldin' out foundation, we shoot up to the canopy Our names on the cover of fuck-all magazines