(First Verse)
In my decipled mind/
Whom I to the pampered Eye/
Exiled what's my co tour?/
Cultured to Rikers Is...Land, amungs the trends/
My style move across the ocean/
Shake hands with the companions no comparisons/
Standing by the station/
Looking at the time the train arrive/
Who am i to you dude? Ya n***a?
Powerful eyes see alike...
We always tryna get rid of the A-Alikes
Hanging it's the influence s**as a**ume
Petty f**s we give to you/
Deep down inside we don't f** with jooks/
We da crooks in the castles/
Bashful
Righteous minds stand to them sporadic's
Ah/
Keep my head high through the times
The vibes is high/
The stakes is higher better get a bandwagon or build ya own/
To each is own/
On Long Island we keep it real...
(Second Verse)
It's always a cycle, sixth sense/
Picked flowers amish music/
Recited f** that.../
Feel that? f** that!/
As for the visions, locked up in the mizzem of my mind/
Livin' through the times, let me free, let me hold my words/
Build up my list for my kin/
See dem' grow up with a kiddie grin/
And i/
Wanna travel, tires of my beamer rub the gravel/
Going autobahn Kilometers/
Pretty obvious, tell the future like Nostradamus/
Who the GODS besides US n***a?/
And who the hell putting bad tales
Had wells
Wishing that the head of the penny's
Laying first to get our wealth up/
(Jingle)
Cause we just want to live a better life style, Uh/ 2X
(Vibing out)