It's Miyachi, baby
Stand up boy, you know how we do
About a month ago I was the Prince of Tokyo
Important days to Asian boys feelin' close to home
We ate the fishes raw and always made a toast before
The show was always overflowed
I was the G.O.A.T. fa sho'
There's levels to this shit I'll never eat a poke bowl
OZ bags of OG kush I've had it coast to coast
Still catch me thottin' round the block tho I'm a local hoe
Still get my cut at 109th right next to Roti Roll
Yea, JFK yo lemme backtrack... Jamaica Station
Faded, patient, waiting with my backpack, white Nikes
Slight ice, hoodie and a dad hat
You stick to your radio rap tracks, I feel you on that
Basic bitches boutta click this shit, 2 seconds click that
I know the world we live in girl
You need some shit to relax
But they was always talking shit
So lemme talk my shit back you see
They don't know the name but they know son got it
New York City legend I'm a young prophet
Grindin' hard we workin' longer for the yen dollar
Mix the talent with the work, I am the end product
They don't know the name but they know son got it
New York City legend I'm a young prophet
Grindin' hard we workin' longer for the yen dollar
Mix the talent with the work, yo
When you was left in the rain
They didn't accept you the same
When they was rich and you poor
And disrespected ya name
I 'member getting out the school
And stressed to step on the train
Cuz they would stretch they eyes
Toward me, taunt, and step in my way (ooh)
The underdog humble god the spark of the thunder rod
The mumble shine and fall I be watching and uninvolved
The numbers look the same but the label is fundin' y'all
I told my label chill keep the bills and I'll play the boss
Like they don't know the name but, I'm a animal
Picture me in anime, angry thrashing tyrannical
In New York they don't me B and Philly not a fan of bull
I'm back inside the basement, late, creating the manual
Cuz I will never go back to no bag (no)
I stayed low, was nomad (oh yeah)
The photos was no flash, We protracted mad O's
The flow left you toe tagged, she told me in Tokyo
Don't go back, I'm so sad (sad baby)
Cause she don't know know the name
But she know son got it (son got it)
New York City legend I'm a young prophet
Grindin' hard we workin' longer for the yen dollar
Mix the talent with the work, I am the end product
Cause they don't know the name
But they know son got it
New York City legend I'm a young prophet
Grindin' hard we workin' longer for the yen dollar
Mix the talent with the work, yo
You know what it is, baby
He looks a little jah, dah, dah...
Young Miyachi
Ooh
Yeah, yeah