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