SkiBs - Rep Hard lyrics

[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 f**ing rapper out in Asia touching my sh** [?] on the beat, Stanley Beach with a b**h 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 sh**? No, we ain't rich, but they still quoting this sh** That we made at fifteen, in your bedroom, f**ing smoking and sh** Damn, when Hong Kong Kids made it, I ain't never been so famous I ain't never been so hated Man, this sh** was f**ing hard I was so young and no one gave a sh** It boxed me, then it taught me Don't give f**s 'bout what they sayin' Look within and you the greatest f**ing HKIS. You all a bunch of crackheads Days in that mother f**er 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 f**er Yeah. Hey, mother f**er Hey, mother f**er 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.)