The Last Supper

I seen that working for the bread was not gon let me get the Beam
I’m still a concierge, I open doors for the team
Money in the safe like Training Day
Bout to lose my mind like Castaway
Just cause you here don’t make you family
You wasn’t there sitting at the table
When we all had to share a plate
You can’t compare to me, my words skip through air like memories
They tryna translate… came through, Red Giants duffle
Ya don’t really want the scuffle
Got the curtains draped on the heater
Describe me Puerto Rican in the wifebeater
Yeah he got the light caesar
The best achievements come when nobody saw that
I read Rich Dad, Poor Dad
Got artwork in the dining room
The Ave wild, they act wild like Jihads
Snatch the lord, have his angels yelling «Free God»
You with a feeb broad, me I’m with 3 dolls
I squeeze off then you find me in the trees lost
You act shaky then the deal’s off
If I see it i’ma call it like Jim Ross
I’m with a stallion b, you on a thin horse
I rock medallions flee, you just a spin-off
You hear the self playing piano
This place tainted, face painted like Rambo
Face painted like the natives shooting arrows
All my targets ghost now, haunt me in the shadows
I see your vision so narrow
Give you a lashing in the fashion of the pharaohs
Dummies always crashing when they babble
No compassion, bout that action in the Apple, what?