[Take 1]:

Just talked in fives

But the styles come in ten times two

Might come off as misunderstand-able

When I can never fall for a high

With the twenties too

I kicked off

So run me back

When you don't understand the Crew

Have you wondering why they called me Crew

The guy from 89?

Or I'm alone and two?

[Take 2]:

Asking Steve, "Yo, like school lunch trays, how you come with five sides?"

It's something personal or typical in the teenage juvenile

Or cause I'm a Cancer on the cusp of a Gemini?

[Take 3]:

Snatchin souls like ghouls

Kids with no more sole, like socks with holes in shoes

[Take 4]:

They telling me "Crew, you so sick man"

But I ain't feeling the blue like the Knicks lost again

Fast pacing like JetBlue over buff niggas buffering

Wassup my man? I'm up my man!

You sleeping again. I'm winning again

With the beginning of the last of my friends

Like the Rembrandts, season 10

Like who needs quick fans in these NYC winds, I can

Quick hit fans with the semen

Or! Kick it with a mixed chick

Feelin' me, like Huey Freeman

It's ya boy, the oddly even Steven

Manning up like I'm on defense

No offense, lyrical flow coming in torrents

Offensive, public disturbance

Causing a ruckus and annoyance

A dick to everyone like David in Florence

With my friends is what you call it

It's the kinship

And my bad Japanese acquaintance

And my niggas going Super Sayan

Cause with satan

Got my niggas tainted

[Take 5]:

...got intimate easier than fly balls

Cause a nigga all online

Passing by calls

Stressing they name

Now getting under browsed like eyeballs

And still vexed, still

Like Uncle Ruckus eyeball

And Steve spitting hotter than the nigga on the Fireball

This for the lost kids

Staying in their dimension

And my young niggas in stitches

Who never snitched like killer dolls

They my realest

Be revealing when a nigga falls

But we never strapped down to a nigga draws

We just slug hit niggas in their jaw

Cause we're Islanders

Then we poppin tablets and all