Staten Island Freestyle

It’s New York’s wittiest, check what’s under my titty

It’s really don’t got a Philly, it’s bout to be Goat, it’s billy, it’s Craft

The real love him and the white hipsters mad

Kiss my ass ‘fore you catch a jab to those fake glasses

Check, I’m headed to Staten, you know the Wu district

I’m just waitin on the ferry like my tooth missin

They say the game’s dictated by how the youth livin

I say it’s reciprocal, I’m bankin that they do listen

Fuse visions of grandeur anchored by the truth

Cursin teachers out at 10, say I had defiant youth

Started drinkin a lot, I was tryna find the proof

In that 80 per bottle that’s mad evidence, wooh

I was on a quest for love and music is in my roots

Pops taught me to listen after he taught me how to shoot

He was nice with the percussions guess that’s why I beat up eardrums until they see the light like the concussion would be nice if the discussion included I

But til then the real know, ironic I don’t got a ceiling cause my real flow

They screamin “Fuck the world” but they deal dose

Me, I’m numb to the music, I don’t feel yours

Kick that hard shit like I got a steel toe

If they gotta pay you to give a fuck, you a real hoe

I do this for art, for love, because I gotta

Hell’s Kitchen devil, ain’t never touched no Prada

It’s Craft