Yeah, my is Riley, son But you know niggas call me? AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm Cause I be in the you know? I got all kinds of names like HR Paper Uh, known as AKA Horse Choker, uh 1] Hey, yo, I'll you up in sixteen pieces In front of your nieces, while I'm Reese's And won't even offer any, yes I spit plenty This is East flow at its finest In the studio, you find us, put a bullet where your spine is At sixteen I was skipping school and smoking While you was learning about English, Big L was Ebonics I spit fire so demonic, writing like I'm Masonite A Jedi master it down like old plaster No for this track cause this is how a psycho rips My bank is like a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh Motherfucker, I you to test it, hope you're well rested Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a double Louis diamond encrested tailor made suit Now that's All Sinatra I explode like tips on contact Chronologically schmoe there's no bringing Joe back Puffing and sipping Cognac Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this and it's fatality I kill like Conrad Murray Sharp like steel, the rest is obtuse I get loose sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss Flow tight noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce Alphabetical addict I spit sixteens so 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 words is the throne Chilling while homies marijuan' If you thinking that this is wack well then you're dead wrong Cause for every emotion and mood I have a song For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the Cause this is where and versatility meets I'm Young Sinatra, backstage chilling with I got ya Yeah! You fuck with us?! Fuck us, yeah!?