Billy Bats

It's good to be in something from the groundfloor

I came too late for that, I know

But lately, I'm getting the feeling

And I came in at the end

But timeless, Billy Bats through the back it's a shine in

And you can find him in a dark room

Where the waiters gotta blow a bunch of dust off the wine list

Uh, I turned 30 last week pops, I rock Reeboks, and my knee pops

I'll have whatever he got

I overheard the special not to eavesdrop

I keep a hundred in my palm when we shake hands

The chef kissed both cheeks when we came in

But I was doing key bumps at the fish course

So I skipped the other six plates that he sent in

I told him, oh, Makasi, I'ma eat it all

The matcha was delicious, salmon needed salt

Just when I thought I'd seen it all

Pete King Duck, go flakes in the duck sauce

I look like Frank Sinatra's mugshot

Drug shopped, old blue eyes in a dust spot

I used to sell nines with the trunk popped

But now the 850 glide by the bus stop

And when the fun stops, guess who stays

And when the check came, guess who paid

Mama got me a foolproof recipe

For crème brûlée, still burnt the edges in my liquor crusade

Alright, you try to teach me

I'm moving loud with a whisper

My plug stepped out in his house slippers

We get that Malcolm, no middle

Now it's Tiffany, plates, champagne, and cut crystal

I blamed enough situations I've been through

Plates in my microwave that I sniff through, uh

Laundry list full of problems

Chest full of liquor, fist full of confidence

And I live for the opulence

Grilled calamari, lemon zest on the octopus

Not sorry, lest I feel there might be profit in it

Rock to the mailman, I'll stock and did it

Bully ball, I'm playing on Dennis Rodman's pistons

Could've called but didn't and probably cost a friendship

Starts with a lie, hard on his sleeve

But dark's in his eyes

And the apartments in the sky

Saw a million dollars cash, and it almost made me cry

I was born into crime

I don't know how to tell the truth, I was born into lies

We cop suites from the stores on the corners

Of the same streets that we ordered from

Thought we'd live forever never cleaning up

The kind of things that we believed in once

And now I do it for the sport

I don't need to run Olympic medal floor seats for dealing drugs

12 months worth of bills at once

And the name of gold teeth and silver tongues