Billy Bats

[Intro: James Gandolfini from The Sopranos]

It's good to be in something from the ground floor
I came too late for that, I know
But lately, I'm getting the feeling that I came in at the end
The best is over

[Verse 1 - Sam Lachow and Ryan Campbell]

Look, timeless, Billy Batts through the back, get your shine in
And you can find him in a dark room where the waiter's 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 eavesdroooop

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, "Omakase, I'ma eat it allll"
Hamachi was delicious, salmon needed salt
Just when I thought I'd seen it all
Peking duck, gold flakes in the duck sauce

[Verse 2 - Sam Lachow and Ryan Campbell]

I look like Frank Sinatra's mugshot
Drugs chopped, Old Blue Eyes in a dust spot
I used to sell 9s 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?
Momma got me a foolproof recipe for crème brûlée
Still burnt the edges of my Le Creuset, ah!

I'm moving loud with a whisper (shhh)
My plug stepped out in his house slippers
We get that Malcolm, no Middle
Now it's Tiffany plate, champagne, and cut crystal

I've 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

[Verse 3 - Sam Lachow and Ryan Campbell]

And I live for the opulence
Grilled calamari, lemon zest on the octopus
Not sorry unless I feel there might be profit in it
Rock to the mailman, Al Stockton did it

Bully ball, I'm playing on Dennis Rodman's Pistons
Could have called but didn't and probably cost a friendship
Starts with a lie, heart on his sleeve
But darts in his eyes

And the apartment's 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'd cop sweets from the stores
On the corners of the same streets that we ordered from
Thought that 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
Twelve months worth of bills at once
In the name of gold teeth and silver tongues