Verse 1

Excuse me, man, you must be trippin’,

That’s my father, I’m just slippin’

Through the world with a lighter groove,

No crown, no throne, just call me dude.

Chorus

Don’t call me “sir,” that ain’t my name,

Too much polish, too much game.

I’m your bro, your buddy, amigo true,

Brah, honcho, jefe — that’ll do.

Verse 2

Sir’s too stiff, it don’t fit me,

I’m more backyard, cheap beer free.

I’ll take brah on a summer night,

Or honcho when the vibe feels right.

Chorus

Don’t call me “sir,” that ain’t my name,

Too much polish, too much game.

I’m your bro, your buddy, amigo true,

Brah, honcho, jefe — that’ll do.

Bridge

We ain’t in court, we ain’t in class,

No silver spoon, no upper brass.

I’m just me, don’t overdress it,

Keep it real, no need to stress it.

Final Chorus

Don’t call me “sir,” I’ll tell you straight,

Save that word for the pearly gate.

Call me amigo, bro, or chief,

That’s the language of my belief.

Outro

So when you greet me, make it clear,

I’m no “sir,” just glad you’re here.

Buddy, brah, or jefe fine —

That’s the way we’ll spend our time.