Yeah, my is Riley, son But you know what niggas me? AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm Cause I be in the you know? I got all kinds of like HR Paper Stacks Uh, also known as AKA Choker, uh 1] Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in pieces In front of your nieces, while I'm Reese's And won't even offer them any, yes I spit This is East Coast flow at its In the studio, where you find us, put a where your spine is At I was skipping school and smoking chronic While you was learning English, Big L was teaching Ebonics I spit fire so demonic, writing code like I'm A Jedi master it down like old plaster No medication for this track this is how a psycho rips My bank account is a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope well rested Whoop ass and get arrested, in a double breasted Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor suit Now that's All Sinatra I explode like tips on contact murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe back Puffing cubans and sipping Mafietic mentality, me to this beat and it's fatality I kill like Conrad Murray Sharp like steel, the rest is obtuse I get loose when sipping Goose and like Doc Seuss Flow like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce Alphabetical mathematic I sixteens so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic I know by now you "Oh my God, he let them have it" But that was just a loan, time to collect I'm Capone Reep what I've sewn, in other that is the throne while homies smoking marijuan' If you thinking that this is wack well then you're dead wrong Cause for every and every mood I have a song For the club, for the streets, for the and for the sheets Cause this is intellect and versatility meets I'm Sinatra, backstage chilling with BobbySoxers I got ya Yeah! You wanna fuck us?! with us, yeah!?