Lyrics Wilt Chamberlain By Mac Miller OnLine | Musica Rap

Mac Miller - Wilt Chamberlain Lyrics

[Verse]
Alright, okay, um, yeah
A room full of faces, it's me and Ralphie, dog
I head to the Jewish Community Center for racquet ball on Tuesdays
It's match point, I cover it like duvet
Understand the sensei, my wisdom is far beyond
The East End Empire, I'm somethin' like a Chaka Khan
It's the planet Earth, I brought it here to garden on
My fifth year in, but I'm hungrier than Ramadan
I'm tryna get that parsley, not deal with the paparazzi
My rap style is sloppy, I never ask for handouts
I been a little homie, but it's time to be the man now
This thе type of music that'll give my mom a grandchild
Clocks used to givе you the time, they want to dance now
Oh, goddamn my ancestors
Higher than the words comin' out of Fran Drescher's mouth
Little cup of Jameson
Got bitches, got bitches like Wilt Chamberlain