The director, host is my agenda, italian leather
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
Keep your heads up high
Riper than italian rye
Riper than italian rye
Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high
Could you tell me where to go? i need direction
But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.
They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful
Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle
My talent should take me places i've never been
Faggot talk shit you'll get whacked call me italian.
If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian
Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one
Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad
No matter if you black, once you go italian you won't back,
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