Sene - Shot Gla** Magnified lyrics

[Intro] [Sample] "I wanna work! I wanna build something of my own, how do you not understand that?" [Sene] Ladies and gentlemen Live from planet Brooklyn The one and only, Sene Now when I say "Sene" I mean He's seen a lot of things in his short lifetime Most people should not see and most people should see Know what I mean? [Verse 1: Sene] Honestly, I just wanna get [?] If I'm lucky, see the Rangers raise another Stanley Cup Thank god for every penny, every twenty, every buck Since money over p**y taught me how to ante up sh**, I put that on yo mama, make a guarantee I'mma find my first mill' before they ever find Osama [?] fo' really Flyer than a hockey team in Philly, silly ganja I paint dots every city I go Made [?] when collectin' that dough It's sad, my fam used to be embarra**ed I rap Now they know that he's their only hope Trying to duck landlords, dodging the Holy Ghost Drowning in holey boats, washed ashore still breathing with a broken soul I'm from a broken home, I keep my focus strong So you do you and I'll do me and when we cross the road Expect a problem with your feet if we go toe to toe I'm trying to move a couple heads up on the totem pole I can't be satisfied until my abuelita know I got that Bush-Clinton-Rove-Condoleezza role Enough dough that I can open up a pizza sto' So let your mama, let your papa, let your preacher know I can't concern myself with [?] sh** That sure tip, to each his own [Hook] Sometimes it's too hard to read between The lines that your own hand has scrawled And the one that you most want and need May be the one who's last to call [Verse 2: Soul Khan] First the slum village breaks up Now every day I wake up Somebody got a problem with Soul But if you didn't know Dilla 'Til there was no Dilla Then we probably on an opposite road Some thought this record store was just another stepping stone But it's a place that gave me more than you could ever know A lotta big names claimed it but they never showed 'Til they saw the fat lady breaking out her metronome You'd k** a man that brings a knife into a gunfight I'd resurrect him with a vial full of sunlight This music hustle got me fighting for my love life Trying to make her understand that lightning never struck twice My homie sene is getting twisted off the spliff aroma I'm bottle tippin' honest Injun on my sixth Corona It's like we on a mission to discover different comas Cause these days sh** is uglier than women bowlers I need to cool my jets before all this foolishness Leaves me with nothing except by a stomach full of new regrets I ain't trying be the dolphin in the tuna net I wanna be the Oval Officer that you elect So I'mma hitchike the galaxy without a guide I see the blueprint shine above the town in white My eyes are green lanterns and behind my speech patterns There's a wailing wall of every blessing that I count at night [Hook] [Outro] My shot gla** magnifies this empty space I'm in My shot gla** magnifies it My shot gla** magnifies My shot gla** magnifies it My shot gla** magnifies My shot gla** magnifies this empty space I'm in