[Intro]
Shyea!
I told you this sh** was easy man!
I want a sounder for this one
Shh...
Aight
[Verse 1]
Every beat that is given to me I flip on like an acrobat
Cause I'm mad when I'm told that a whack a** rapper's stacking the dough when his Cadillac is pa**ing my road
I'll smash that gla** with a hatchet and hold you get asthma attack when you're jacking my flow
This black-on-black so fashionable
Every rap is crack, got that for the low
[Interlude]
Man, im tired of this kid, he doesnt even have bars
He can just rap fast, yo
[Verse 2]
Who are you kidding the future you winning the fruits of my labor are food for the village
No room for resistance
They say the body is the temple I body musical gimmicks so that's my newest religion confusing them thinking of choosing a Christian
So lunatic can just a**ume my position no lucrative business can ruin my vision
What I institutes on Youtube gets views in an instant
When I introduce I chuck the deuce to your interests
f** your opinion, I got homework and stuff
My physics teacher is a babe, I gotta get that sh** over and done
See it in your eyes you rappers nervous when token will come
Hands so sweaty they can't even hold any grudge (I dont give a damn)
Middle Finger to anyone trying to control me my team isn't big but we handling everything people around me can see I'm a business man
But I don't rock a suit with a tie, I keep it minimal, the only suspender I know is my middle school principal
Forming these syllables sort of a ritual
You're more normal and typical than brainstorms formed by Jersey Shore who*es with poor morals and principles
I adore gore therefore absorb more horror-core than war than corporals and generals (wow)
They just know my focus
Ironic how my train of thought has locomotives (oh sh**)
If that's over your head, then hold the phone kid
I've got them yelling (holy smokes) like Catholics at the Vatican when the pope is chosen (whoa)
I do it easy
But I've been working my a** off since I was low in my teens
And to anybody saying i'm only buzzing because i'm young you just mad because you an adult and you still can't do it like me
I see the jealousy up in you
Look at your hate in the comments I see the low self esteem up in you
I see you making like any comparison barely with evidence sticking around really you dissing me? But I see the enemy up in you
Then I realized
(Gangsters used to move ounces and reach for burners {pow pow pow} Now Gangsters only move mouses and reach for cursors
Naw, they ain't worth it)
All around your studio I be lurking
Waiting for you to sit so I can close a curtain
You the Bible to Atheists
You the rifle to Pacifists
I went viral on accident, wait until I do it on purpose!
Man, it's Token!