PRINCE OF TOKYO – MIYACHI
About a month ago I was the Prince of Tokyo
Important days the Asian boy was feeling 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. fasho’
There’s levels to this shit I’ll never eat a poke bowl
OZ bags of OG kus 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
my swag back, im half Jap, my own cash, no ASCAP
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 name but they know
SON GOT IT
new york city legend im a
YOUNG PROPHET
grinding hard we working longer for the
YEN DOLLAR
mix the talent with the work i am the
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they don’t know name but they know
SON GOT IT
new york city legend im a
YOUNG PROPHET
grinding hard we working longer for the
YEN DOLLAR
mix the talent with the work i am the
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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
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 Boul
I’m back inside the basement, late, creating the manual
cuz i will never go back to no bag, I stayed low, was nomad
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
Cuz she don’t know the name but she know
SON GOT IT
New York City legend I’m a
YOUNG PROPHET
Grinding hard we working longer for the
YEN DOLLAR
Mix the talent with the work i am the
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Cuz she don’t know the name but she know
SON GOT IT
New York City legend I’m a
YOUNG PROPHET
Grinding hard we working longer for the
YEN DOLLAR
Mix the talent with the work i am the
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