[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!