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[Verse One: SkiBs]
Hey where’s my home?
My dad raised in New Jersey
My mom raised in Virginia
Yeah where’s my home?
Tokyo at six months old. Then to London, I was four
Back to New York. At twelve, I finally found my home
See, the 8-5-2 done raised me, raise no finger to my sacred land
Was raised on eggs mixed with flakes like it’s Raisin Bran
I raised the flag, not many rappers where I’m from
My Hong Kong role models are Alex Ng and Douglas Young
Surrounded by mountains and the waters down at Stanley Market
Tried it, sitting at them tables, what we saw was what they taught us
For the record, I am Hong Kong’s finest
Ain’t no mother fucking rapper out in Asia touching my shit
[?] on the beat, Stanley Beach with a bitch
Talk to him on the balcony, baby lungs filled with high sheets. [?]
Rooming with me, sixteen, Barton’s parents so Chinese, asking about his SAT’s and he’s still working on his beats
I got love for the homies, hey yo, you know what it is
I mean, Bart, hey yo we did it, you ever notice this shit?
No, we ain’t rich, but they still quoting this shit
That we made at fifteen, in your bedroom, fucking smoking and shit
Damn, when Hong Kong Kids made it, I ain’t never been so famous
I ain’t never been so hated
Man, this shit was fucking hard
I was so young and no one gave a shit
It boxed me, then it taught me
Don’t give fucks ’bout what they sayin’
Look within and you the greatest
Fucking HKIS. You all a bunch of crackheads
Days in that mother fucker made me want to crack heads and make mad bread
But I guess it taught this visionary well
Cause I still raised hell
And made a legendary tale for them kids to tell
So I’m a stroll back through my city with a milly
In cash
In a duffle bag
Top hat homie stuffed in the back
And even with that money
I be posted with Camel Blue’s and a Tsingtao at Sunny’s
Mother fucker
Yeah. Hey, mother fucker
Hey, mother Fucker
I was raised on an island
Yeah I was raised on an island
See I was raised on an island
See I was raised on an island
See I was raised on an island
That was his power
The greatest trick that the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist
(Stroll back through my city with a milly
In cash
In a duffle bag
Top hat homie stuffed in the back.)
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