Logic - No Biggie lyrics

Sinatra it was all a dream
Platinum Chanel
You are now watching a master at work
No Biggie yeah, my name is Riley, son
But you know what niggas call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm saying?
Cause I be in the streets you know?
I got all kinds of names like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also known as AKA Horse Choker, uh

Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in sixteen pieces
In front of your nieces
While I'm eating Reese's
And won't even offer them any
Yes I spit plenty
This is East Coast flow at it's finest
In the studio, where you find us
Put a bullet where your spine is
At sixteen I was skipping
School and smoking chronic
While you was learning about English
Big L was teaching Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic
Writing code like I'm masonic
A Jedi master breaking it
Down like old plaster
No medication for this track cause this
Is how a psycho rips
My bank account is like casino
Vaults, your pockets microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it
Hope you're well rested
Whoop your ass and get arrested
In a double breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested
Tailor made suit
Now that's All Sinatra Everything
I explode like hollow tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe there's no
Bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality
Introduce me to this beat and it's fatality
I kill mics like Conrad Murray
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when sipping Goose
And rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce
No time for a truce
Alphabetical mathematic addict
I spit sixteens so erratic you
Think it was a semi-automatic
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God
He let them have it"
But that was just a loan
Time to collect like I'm Capone
Reap what I've sewn
In other words that is the throne
Chilling while homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is
Wack well then you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and every
Mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets
For the whip and for the sheets
Cause this is where intellect
And versatility meets i'm Young Sinatra
Backstage chilling with BobbySoxers i got ya

Yeah! You wanna fuck with us?!
Fuck with us, yeah!?