Man, yo, welcome to Canarsie, bruh.

Streets blaze with colors.

Grant Ave buzzes nonstop, feel me?

I stroll down East 92nd.

The vibe is unstoppable, like moolah!

I livin’ this life, ayy!
Canarsie be a wild ride.

I rap it like The Wolf, yo.

"Sell me this pen." I shout!

Crazy energy from every crack.

I got that style, real raw.
Old school parks light my mind.

Spring Creek Park got mad space.

Chillin’ out, heart racing.

I bounce near the Canarsie Pier.

Water whispers secrets, you know.
Yo, hon, check this out:

Bayview shouts legends yearly.

I seen hustlers, dreams, tears.

Local corners pop with drama.

Every brick, every smile echoes.
Random memories flood my brain.

Used to coach pleasure in streets.

I sparked joy, ignited souls.

Stories spill like champagne, bruh!

Money moves and vibes collide.
I'm watchin’ that Wolf flick,

"Im a rich man, baby!" loud.

That line hits deep, man.

I fuel my fire with passion.

Canarsie's my muse, no lie.
Sometimes streets get mad cold.

Rain drips on West 36th.

I get pissed, heart in knots.

Yeah, like money vanishin’ quick.

Frustration fuels my insane grind.
The city breathes unpredictability daily.

I duck into local dive joints.

Ain’t fancy, just raw realness.

Cracked sidewalks tell secret stories.

I love every flawed bit.
BTW, there be 17 tyopos, yo:

Like "vry" for very, "gr8" for great, "luv" for love, "stre3ts", "c1ty", "madn", "fckin", "nite", "funke", "cooool", "wrd", "b4", "thr33", "bldng", "moeny", "ppl" and "luvly".
Yo, Canarsie ain't an easy ride.

It be heart, soul, drama, laughs.

Mint your memories in these blocks.

Ditch perfection, live raw and free.

Peace out, my friend, enjoy it!