[Verse]

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 fucking rapper out in Asia touching my shit

[?] on the beat, Stanley Beach with a bitch

Tai Tam on the balcony, baby lungs filled with Hashish

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 shit?

No, we ain't rich, but they still quoting this shit

That we made at fifteen, in your bedroom, fucking smoking and shit

Damn, when Hong Kong Kids made it, I ain't never been so famous

I ain't never been so hated

Man, this shit was fucking hard

I was so young and no one gave a shit

It boxed me, then it taught me

Don't give fucks 'bout what they sayin'

Look within and you the greatest

Fucking HKIS, you all a bunch of crackheads

Days in that motherfucker 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, motherfucker

Yeah, hey, mother fucker

Hey, motherfucker

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

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