Lyrics Wisdom of Self - Greenfield

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