AC3Beats - BAR FIGHT™ - TOKEN VS. EMONEY lyrics

[Token - 1st verse] Yo, make some noise Team Backpack! - Oh no! sh**! - This is for anybody who mad that the kid's back I don't pay no mind to anyone Who's not on my level That's word to the record labels I never hit back - Oh no! sh**! - And if they calling me an internet rapper This is how I reacts I just sold out Too many shows in France To be that - Oh no! sh**! - Ai Gather all around And I'm the only one to tell these children To not focus on the dollar now I was kind of all of the investors of culture [?] Hold them down, all get down Tell the haters You're a talker I'm a demonstrator Them is traitors Pushing my bu*tons To get a RISE out of me But I ain't no elevator - Oh no! sh**! - But I be elevatin', though Tell them they should go hesitate To annotate Cause every day you're very basic, though My dedication, renovation, generation And you hate it L.M.F.A.O L.M.F.A.O You're yesterday - I'm everyday You [?] - I levitate You're never played - I resonate You're very safe - I'm renegade You celebrate - I dedicate I separate us both - Oh no! sh**! - Not many work hard as me I'm preparing and that's amazing 'Cause that's not me talking That's what Sway said That's a statement And after I spit for Sway, I Told my [?] to keep my vocals dry 'Cause that one verse Made the rappers sweat And cold hoes cry At the same f**ing time! - Oh no! sh**! - [?] forever be telling me that they could help But they never did And [?] tell 'em I never be looking for help 'Cause I'm pretty sure: They wanna take They don't wanna give - Oh no! sh** - Nobody coming in rhyming ?Look you in the eyes and tell you the splits? I am not giving a f** about what you gon' offer I've been on my own, motherf**er And look, you didn't even talk to my manager Get on my biz! - Oh no! sh**! - We both got a buzz But we're different on our own sh** You did it with a motion I did it with emotion When it's a devotion That is the reason Kid is never hopeless Give a moment, take over, [?] If you didn't notice And noone is witnessing Independent growth potential Bigger than Token's! [Emoney - Round 1] Yas! Dude, I could do it at this height Alright y'all, this is it One year for this moment My whole life for this moment Check it I got no choice but to go all out And get all out As something you should know all 'bout You better say my name Stepping over - you got A.I-game But practice the reason Clay, [?] and Drake got ranges I work hard I don't booty text I hit 'em with bird calls She the first to defer your calls She with me Up in your [?] getting jerked off And sunday morning she blew me And blew church up Y'all wrong Your wedding, n***a Play the thong song The bridesmaids will be brauds With no bras on I used to wanna date the blond With the pom-poms Then I realized real life ain't a Romcom! You're an actor And you have a role Let me ask "do you have a soul?" Check this Do you have a goal that ain't laughable And is bigger than money, b**hes and a bag of blow? Your model's on a roadway catching poses And you wanna be smashing those? Them giving you the time of day With no flashy clothes? The chances gonna be thinner than a fashion show You can hate But god damn I'm right You can ask Obvi We stand by right And if I don't become the one you worship In the city I live in Imma settle for being anti-christ Can't stand bright lights I battle through the darkness At the top you see me [?] Don't think America the Great Became heartless Look at the vulture In the Republican carca** They say I'll be better off with a 9-5 or 10-6 Got flown out here just to rhyme a little How's that for a job with some benefits? [?] Put your foot down 7-9 quake I was in the epicenter Looked Mother Nature in the face And I still stood ground I used to be the sh**head little kid [?] I did decide to be bad in a good town Wanna know the reason They still can't believe This is how a kid from the suburban neighborhood sound I don't need the validation They can say I'm piss poor But I still wake up feeling rich Don't think I'm gonna miss How they treat the rap game like a club Everybody wanna make it on the list I was in the line but I ran out of patience Through my own house party got it raging We're going up now But you can't come on the rooftop If you wasn't with me When we started in the basement Emoney, baby! [Token - 2nd verse] Y'all okay if we do like round 2? Yo I got like a little disclaimer before I start this verse Check it out Usually just when I get on the mic All my words are coming from love and thanks ~Not today~ 'Cause this is the first time in recorded history That people got Token to rap on an instrumental That he f**ing hates ~Much love to the producer, though~ Look, how I get so much hate? Talked about me on the internet and [?] Get to have one confrontation in person 'Bout the music that they hate on Either that, you secretly love me And the jealousy is acting out random Or you're just another motherf**ing p**y And you need a tissue or a tampon I don't understand, dog Notice that I never been using the word fandom Half the people I meet [?] [?] is calling my family [?] But they had a knife in the other hand, dog To them I am a phantom You don't see me But know that I [?] for every chance, son Mommy don't like when I get angry But a fan does They catch feelings when I throw a tantrum Yeah Rappers and their feelings getting it wrong Just because was once giving you props Doesn't mean a feature is gonna drop Why can't we be homies without a song? Why can't we be homies without a tweet? Why can't we be homies without a tour? Homie I don't f** with you no more Watch some face plant like an acrobat When they take chance like acid rap All the new fans with a knack for rap Count on me Like two hands when you're bad at math *Silence counting* Trying to count my worth But I can't add that fast I'm the one, huh I'm the one, huh They say I rap fast Just to rap fast But why would I rap fast Not to rap fast? So you're dumb, huh I'm still the one, huh, huh And anyone who ever kicked it with me Will tell you I'm nothing but humble When you' really around me So I don't care about the hater 'Cause I doubt their mother's proud of them As my mom is proud of me That last laugh for audience Sad a** rappers Always a [?] As a [?] Hashtag Lacking Confidence That's bad acts I'll be out doing Clap, clap, clap; clap, clap Applauding him Wack rap master novelist [?] We'll get tuition like you paid for college I ain't into wishing; I got intuition And I think they wishing For my wishful thinking What I got Is most of you haters is gonna shut the f** up When my project drop [Emoney - 2nd verse] Wow, wow That is a great rapper Imma keep it real No more of this "I f**ed your b**h"-stuff Imma keep it really real Yo I never see girls that wanna give me action The only live up in dream worlds These chicks said I couldn't sit with them Feel like Regina George Up in Mean Girls Abstinence - but it wasn't planned Need help - Matter of fact I need another hand Last time I got laid I feel like Bill Cosby was a beloved man Reaching out to nothing [?] Get a little low When you're living it alone I wanna be the one But I know these b**hes Got something else in they' mouth 'Cause they never wanna bone By my pops I'll get my a** kicked If I keep telling you 'bout my dry a** dick Money ain't coming Only cream that I got Is the kind I apply to my dry a** zit Pardon me for my bad mood On the east coast [?] Have [?] looking like a Mac-computer Drug dealers be bagging loot up The dreams are headed to the back To shoot up Rich people judge But that's who they gave crack to And sold fast food to Don't play yourself Chained up Big social gap is how they trained us But on the way here I saw crackheads and Wall Street On the same bus People I've met through the rap game I got love for, but I can't trust People I met when I rode the bench Played on my team when I came up Yeah [?] I used to pa** notes around But then the quotes that I wrote down Became a kid's past notes about With no adults around Getting closing out To put the love up And my lotion down But I'm scrolling down My instagram And seeing wedding rings and f**ing ultrasounds For now that's forbidden Got love for my city; that's a given But I had to move on to something different 'Cause I couldn't let the city that I'm from Be the city that I live in I'm really into nothing fancy Catch me at reggae night b**h, I dance with rosters Over this Court's dismissed! Someone bring in them dancing lobsters Yeah! Make some f**ing noise, Team Backpack!