Token #BadMemory

Cocky son of a semi-automatic (Whaddup)

Your body language is too loud (Shut the fuck up)

So funny would everyone would try and run up

I used to get laughed at for bein’ different

Now I get paid for it

That’s the come up I guess

They used to yell over me

Now they say it under they breath

You ain’t impressin’ me

You pressin’ your luck

Your luck is depressed

Some of my friends, come for success

Don’t even improve, suckers just said

They love me to death

I’ll see if that’s true (BLAT)

I’m seein’ right through you

Demeanin’ my new tunes

But streaming my You-Tube

I shake my head and they bet

They ain’t hearing my loose screws

Talkin’ to myself you’d think

I’m speakin’ on Bluetooth

You’ll pretend

No skills so you use your ego as your ornament

Such enormous heads that I can orbit them

Spend years lookin’ for that key to success

But when they find it they realize that there

Ain’t no fuckin’ door for them

This is my shit

Hop up in the cockpit

She might wanna hit the tropics

I might take her to Boston

Tell her baby, you know the rappers who act like the shit

And the ones who are the shit?

Well, you’ve met the hybrid

Goals, rap goals

Who are you? I don’t know

Come up like: you had been a friend to me!

You have to remember me!

My bad, #BadMemory

And I ain’t changed shit

They just tell me that the numbers change

The competition shall remain nameless

‘Cause I forget their fuckin’ names

God dang, they mad at my grind!

I laugh when they whine

Legends turn to Olympic runners

When they pass me the baton

I catch it with pride (yep)

I’m the prime example of making an example out of your prime

Ask about me

But when producers bring a track around me

Tell ’em I don’t conversate with people

Who wanna work with me then brag without me

‘Cause I ain’t satisfied until my dad livin’

Like he cashed a bounty

And my mom can’t keep track of house keys

’98 I came out of the box

Thinkin’ outside the box

Supply them with the tightest noose like “how can I not?”

I kill ’em, kill ’em and what not

Fuck a God amongst humans

I’m the deicide amongst gods

Must-watch

I spit ’till my tongue drops

And sprint ’till my lungs stop

And live ’till the guns [gunshot]

Rappers on pedestals now

I sit there and just watch

I convince ’em that they’re fly

Just so they jump off

That’shit that’s goals, rap goals

Who are you? I don’t know

Come up like you had been a friend to me

“You have to remember me!”

My bad, #BadMemory

And I ain’t changed shit

They just tell me that the numbers change

The competition shall remain nameless

‘Cause I forget their fuckin’ names

I stay at home and don’t leave until I innovate

And I come back the second I see ’em imitate

Everyone is competition

I ain’t got no friend to make

I ain’t spazzin’ enough ’till their passion and love

Disintegrate

I don’t live by the rules

Kids comin’ through to kill all of you

Bing bada boom

Bitch, none of you is exciting (nope)

I hate artists who complicate their lyrics

More than the ones who simplify it

Open your mind

I don’t see the grind. (nope)

You control your destiny

When I’m controlling the sky

(When the sky falls down)

Better hope you don’t die

I haven’t smoked in three years

And you blowin’ my high!

They say the grass is always greener on the other side

I’m ’bout to take a fence

I hope they don’t take offense

I’m about to change the world

Just to see the change in them

But wait ’till they approach me like “Ah shit, what was your name again?”

Goals, rap goals

Who are you? I don’t know

Come up like you had been a friend to me

“You have to remember me!”

My bad, #BadMemory

And I ain’t changed shit

They just tell me that the numbers change

The competition shall remain nameless

‘Cause I forget their fuckin’ names

Token Momma’s Favorite Chair

I sit in my home, butt naked, in my mommas favorite chair

With a pencil and a pad and a lot of hate to share

With no morals to go through

I just told Glass to produce something I can grab a shit talking pussy’s throat too

I fiend for anger, I seek the adrenaline more

I treat people like shit to get treated like shit so I can get mad and write another verse I won’t ever record

Then I get bored and trash ’em and I bet they’re still better than yours

What would I respect you for?

There ain’t no better metaphor to address you more than attention whore

Industry slut, getting plugged like an extension cord by the boss

Now my temper’s like the seven dwarfs, hella short

Never before have I spent my time preaching hate

But I’m a 17 year old who stays inside and eats all day

I ran out of topics so I punch myself ’til I got a bleeding face

Then write a verse to alleviate the freaking pain

Like yeah I got socked in the face, I’m going to the hospital

Really I go to the freezer for a chocolate popsicle

It’s impossible for me to be social again

All I talk about is rap, and they don’t give a shit

They ain’t amused

Please stop assuming in my grade, I’m cool

I’m a weirdo in all black who everyone hates at school

That’s why when you say you look up to me, I remain confused

The only folks I chill with do it cause they think I’mma be famous soon

And y’all wanna give me tips, this that, that this, market like this

I promise you’ll attract masses

Man that’s mad average

I say share my video or I’ll fuckin’ kill you, you can hashtag that shit

I start my day with no hesitation

I wake up, watch Sam and Cat, jack off

And I’m medicated to brainwash my generation

I’m 17 with the mentality of a pissed off 40 year old who never made it

My mom calls it ambition, my producer calls it stupid

My teacher calls it “sit the hell down and stop scaring the students”

My fans call it passion, my friends don’t know I have it likely

My psychologist calls it “can you please untie me?”

No! I told you, I wanna be staying in trouble

I’m just mad my engineer said that I ain’t really humble

All I did was rap about being the best, now it’s true

Then told him to bow down when I stepped out the booth

What the fuck’s the issue? You want a fucking tissue?

Cry about it while I fucking hit you

And stop asking to battle, just cause I’m a rapper doesn’t mean I love to diss you

I’ll just continue to punch and kick you like it’s rough jujitsu

When I throw a punch, I ain’t gonna miss you

You’ll end up running away, and I still won’t fuckin’ miss you

And ever since I released “Talk To You” teen girls begun to care for me

But they don’t know I’m just a 40 year old with a rare disease

Token Love Triangle

[Sample – Nadia Ali:]

This triangle has to untangle

Got to let it go

This triangle is too much to handle

Got to let it go

[Token:]

We talking love triangles

No bueno, I’m bilingual

Maybe I should try single

Just until the time pass

Will this other guy last?

“‘Course he will” My ass

I had a fragile heart

She made me break down, like glass

Letting go, I try fast

Love intersection, bypass

This is not surgery

I know you niggas heard of me

This girl killing me

Hopefully third-degree

Never planned out

In the car getting rides to your house

Just to watch movies on your couch

Hawaii 5-0 like your favorite couch

Or was it Pretty Little Liars

You’re a pretty little liar

In my heart I got fire

That boy getting tired

Of these same old games

We’ve been back and forth

In the same old lane

She’s making me insane

Blunt to my brain

Heal my migraine

When will things change?

Damn

[Token (sample from Nadia Ali repeats on background):]

Eventually you’ll see

Eventually you’ll see

Eventually you’ll see

That I’m the motherfucking realest

And I swear that I’mma own this

And all you motherfuckers know this

This is the Arcade of Dreams

Shout out to my team

And you are now rockin’ with a [?] Token

You are now rockin’ with a [?] Token

[Token:]

You with him now

Hopefully I’ll find a way

I’mma have to stay away

I will just isolate

I’m still there though

Our love is isosceles

Even when you’re with him

Far away, you’ll find me- connected

Hopefully you’ll know you’ll always be protected

Never neglected, always respected

If he disrespects ya, I’ll come correct him

Till the ref step in

Blowing whistles

Records he official

McDonalds, Mcgriddle

Girl, you love my foreplay

You’re still with him, though

You can have it your way

Let’s have it my way

Let’s have him hit the high-way

Kush up in my blunt

[?] from the sky today

You came back once, now it’s a probably

I really don’t see

Why you had to leave

I always made you cheese

You’re meant to be with me

Eventually you’ll see

[Token (sample from Nadia Ali repeats on background):]

Eventually you’ll see

Eventually you’ll see

Eventually you’ll see

That I’m the motherfucking realest

And I swear that I’mma own this

And all you motherfuckers know this

This is the Arcade of Dreams

Shout out to my team

And you are now rockin’ with a [?] Token

You are now rockin’ with a [?] Token

[Token:]

Focused on you now

I don’t need Adderall

Even at the triangle

Making equilaterals

But when you do that

There will be collateral

He don’t really love you

It’s opinionated, not factual

My shit be factual

Without you, I am crazy

This man got me lady

Gotta have my babies

Do I just let it?

Walk away, regret it?

Text to my phone saying “it’s over, accept it”

Damn

And the way that [?]

How she gon’ do this?

Make me feel so useless

I’m just so useless, useless

I’m just so useless, useless

Useless, she make em feel so useless

Token Hard White Remix

Lyrical villainy’s given epitome is officially finishing killing spree

Sickening enemies and isn’t a mystery his victory’s imminent history

Fitness agility isn’t shit to mental energy, it is a disability

‘Cause I witnessed an epiphany-

Mind over matter, gain mental ability

It’s mind over pressure. Mind over pleasure

Bash you in your mind if your mind don’t remember

That mine’s only clever

So when it comes to music, I rather spend time over cheddar

I’m better than I’ve ever been. You don’t feel me

‘Cause I’m officially better than you ever will be

I’m filthy, you’re no one special

Couldn’t stop my growth potential if you killed me

You’re not impressive you’re called the best hope you got a blessing

You’re not a small contestant, skin crawls when your jaw is spreading

The consequence is a palm to peg it and claws to stretch it

Then meet a blade named pride, you gon’ swallow, get it?

Pardon, I’m not a menus, this just how I solve aggression

The glob of darkness in my chest you call a heart is shredded

You’re nothing, you’re a pawn in chess and I’m the king to you

Or you’re the night, ’cause you take L’s when you’re making moves

Pay your dudes, this solo shit ain’t the thing for you

You’re debut got 18 views and they were mainly you

So go get fucked off a record deal, be the meat to feed ’em

And I just met with Interscope, they said I don’t even need ’em

‘Cause I’m spreading by grinding this hard dude

I’m spreading like I am the cops trying to stop a guy in his car who might have just robbed you

I’m spreading like I am the cause of viruses strong as Tyson with paws, a knife, and a glock, trying to sock you

I’m spreading like lying on Fox News

I’m moving, quicker than expected

Driven like a Lexus

You thinking you’re the best but I am thinking in a grip that you’ll be living like a peasant

Killing with a breath like it was stricken with asbestos

Sicker than a metic who was given no protection when he’s living with some men with the symptoms of a sickness equivalent to death if another kid were to catch it

Even with it, still my pen is limitless and endless

We’ve been different since second grade. When you were molding Play doh,

I was studying how Socrates molded Plato

You bought a knife but I got a sharper dome and they know

So you’re scared to your bones ’cause you don’t wanna show-da-blade though

I’m a protégé bro

You are never gonna get in my zone, okay bro?

The only way you’re serving me is to hold a plate full of spaghetti and bolognese bro

So I play no games ’cause I came

For the throne as Dayo aims at my frame

At a show don’t lay no, go insane and they say

I control the stage yo. Stay in your lane

I’m expanding mine. Branding mine

It’ll blow you away like a dandelion

Stopping this can just be fantasized

I’m doper than chemicals in Amanda Byrnes

Fuck each drug you glamorize

Glasshouse put together and they’re vandalized

Not man of crime,

So talk and get the fuck beat out of you by a fan of mine

Token Jurassic Cypher

September 24th, 1998 was the time that Satan tried awaking a beast out of its hibernation

The beast comprised of patience finally escaped the whom,

It held an umbilical cord connected to a mic and raised it high and stated,

Thou shall address me as Token

Though shall respect me as an MC and accept me as the best even if everyone neglects I am ready ’cause if any shall upset me thou shall never be woken

I am the peak to praise, I push the pinnacle of product

Every point polished, no principles a problem

I’m priceless. You pussies pretend,

But you’re piss poor from picking out your Prada

You’re pitiful, play possum

And shut your fucking lips through your jaw bone

You got an issue get a tissue and sob bro

I’m the shit to a hot load

I’m sick to a small cold

Ain’t with you, I’m Bigfoot to lawn gnomes

Got big news I just choose to not boast

You got misused bars like pitbulls have barks

And Hindus have Gods

And igloos have frost

And kids using smart phones

That’s a lot yo. I don’t ball so hard, don’t need to be

Motherfuckers want to fine me like I parked my car illegally

Dropping bars trying to knock me off is like Hanukkah during the Holocaust when the Nazis called repeatedly

I’m nodding off, in need of sleep

But I can’t stop at all, got bars and bars in need of beats

My mama called, she said stop and talk with meaning geez!

But fuck it, I’ve become a phenomenon for evil teens

15, yeah my fam is proud you guessed it

Until they heard my songs and they put me up on craigslist

So go get Token Takeover trending up on the blogs

Hashtag it after your tweet about nothing at all

Fuck it, don’t call me dumb minded when the leader of the NRA doesn’t blame guns for gun violence

And while they’re blaming hip-hop

I’m gaining amazing relationships with no hate straight from hip-hop, it’s all love

Token Falling Star

[Sample – Florence and the Machine:]

A falling star fell from your heart

And landed in my eyes

I screamed aloud

As it tore through them

And now it’s left me blind

[Token:]

Waking up, free falling

Even in my dreams I’m fly

They say I’m not ballin’

Well, I don’t know why

Drive like a Focus

My mom tells me to stay focused

I look back, relaxed

Tell her I got us, I know this

The first impression made them second guess him

Now I won’t stop till I teach the town a lesson

All about my salad

Croutons with the dressing

My name is on the ballot

But I still get second

Life’s a bitch

That’s why I’m living sexist

Never change my motto

Until I get my death wish

On a track of dreams dreams

Do y’all get the message

Always do I wreck shit

That’s why I’m living reckless

I’m young

[Sample – Florence and the Machine:]

A falling star fell from your heart

And landed in my eyes

I screamed aloud

As it tore through them

And now it’s left me blind

[Token:]

You know you’re ill

When your words give you the chills

Talking ’bout dreams

Yeah, they feel so real

Not talking Vegas

When they say I need a deal

I sleep on reality

I can’t tell what’s real

Made it past the bullets

I got a heart of steel

I can get a fortune

Without a wheel

I protect my heart

Without a shield

Driving to the money

No time for yielding

And when they take day off

I’m in the building

Feet up on the desk

Boss, I’m chilling

I used to pitch O’s out like Shilling

A monster to these tracks now I’m killing

The Game

Cruising through your lane

Court-side with a bitch

King like James

Screaming my name

I’m tryna get the fame

On the fucking ground

But, no, I’m not change

Let it be

I replace

Go off and escape

To a world of my own

This is like home

I mean, what else they want from me?

[Sample – Florence and the Machine:]

A falling star fell from your heart

And landed in my eyes

I screamed aloud

As it tore through them

And now it’s left me blind

A falling star fell from your heart

And landed in my eyes

I screamed aloud

As it tore through them

And now it’s left me blind

Token Definition Of A Rap Flow

Definition of a rap flow

I’ll give it a stab. Get them all mad when I shit on a track

‘Cause I’m an ignorant asshole

Middle finger as big as my fat nose

I’m killing the mass more than who’s shipping tobacco

Writtens will stack so

Each syllable’s amo

I’m sicking the whack ’cause I’m sick and a whacko

You’re like sixty, you’re mad old

I’m sixteen, but when I’m spitting women tell the kiddies that dad’s home

Some of these spitters be spitting this syllabic shit that I’m spitting this minute but when they be spitting it isn’t descriptive

Never saying shit in the lyric, they just spit it to spit it

You miserable ass, your shit isn’t that dope

You mimic my tracks so I’m killing you cats like dinner for japs, woah

You’re a stick on the grass

You used to be getting big in the past

But you slipped and collapsed

And it’s impossible to whiteness a stick on the grass grow

That metaphor was too quick to get that “oh!”

But I get it right back,

While you sit on your ass on twitter to have posts like

“I’m so underrated but I’m killing my raps so

Dope you can it hit it and pass yo!”

You’re old fans are kissing my ass bro

I saw them and grabbed them with my lyrical lasso

And now I got a clique, what clique do you have? Nope!

You’re out numbered like Mitt to Barack votes

Your intelect mad slow, I’m thinking it fast

Give me the pass

I’m bringing the lyrical back

Killing for Mass

Think of a track,

Scribble it quick in a pad

It’s an attack

‘Finna be mad

Big in the map

You’re ‘finna be living in shacks

I’m ‘finna be living in castles

Who’s spitting this rad yo?

That’s how to get straight like the shit was an afro

I told myself I would change the sceme but I got so many rhymes, my mind is an infinite capsule

A riveting, limitless, diligent, intricate, disciplined, militant, sickening, venomous, instrument finishing inequivalent, mimicking, innocent, primitive, feminine, hypocrite, simpleton citizens. This kid is the last hope

‘Cause rap’s looking like an idiot’s bad joke

So it’s my duty to hit the tip of the flagpole

While simultaneously getting you to trip through the trap door

So step up your game or quit ’cause can’t flow

Token Just A Couple More Words

First off, I’m sorry to my grandma

I know I said I’d call

I just read your birthday card and hung it on the wall

You are a shining star in my life and I haven’t appreciated it

I value our relationship

You are a queen, look at that mirror like you are flawless

I hope you move to Mass so I can see you more often

And we can spend more time together, yeah, I hope you live forever

Thank you for your letter

And I’m sorry to my sister, I know I was supposed to give you a time that you can call me

I saw the picture that you posted up on Twitter, it made me laugh

I was ashamed I never got back to you, that’s why I didn’t tweet back

I know you’re going through a lot, and I respect you

You’re like the smartest person who I’ve ever met too

So, I hope college is going well, I hope you’re learning stuff

Just know I care for you so much, I love you

And I ain’t got no excuses

I’ve been selfish, I’ve been foolish, I’m just trying not to lose myself

And all my talking has been useless

Said that I’m caring and I’m humble but I barely even prove myself

To anyone I ever hurt, to anyone who deserved just a couple more words

I’m sorry

I’ve been devoured by the power, I’m a coward

I’m through with myself

I’m sorry to my close friends at college who left the state

I promised y’all I would stay in touch, and I felt ashamed

You were my only friends when I didn’t have many

I’ve taken you for granted, recently I’ve been feeling empty

Steven you’ve been my closest friend ever since I moved over here

And Andrew you don’t even know how much you’ve helped my whole career

I’d give it all to you dudes, listen that’s what’s due too

Hit me when you’re back so we can kick it like we used to

And I’m sorry to my ex

I hope you know that when I heard how my song affected you I was so sad

You’re one of the only girls I ever really bonded with

I was self-conscious and you were the one who gave me confidence

So thank you

And I ain’t gonna lie

I still get jealous when I see you with other guys

I love the time we spent together

Some of the only time I spent as a kid

I just wish it didn’t end like it did

I’m sorry

And I ain’t got no excuses

I’ve been selfish, I’ve been foolish, I’m just trying not to lose myself

And all my talking has been useless

Said that I’m caring and I’m humble but I barely even prove myself

To anyone I ever hurt, to anyone who deserved just a couple more words

I’m sorry

I’ve been devoured by the power, I’m a coward

I’m through with myself

I’m sorry to my mum and dad, I’ve been embarrassed

‘Cause I barely even been a kid, but that don’t mean you ain’t been parents

I am beyond blessed to have you guys

So supportive with everything, so generous with all the time you sacrificed

Mum I’m sorry that I rush our conversations

Acting like I don’t got the patience, that is not how momma raised us

Dad I’m sorry, often you feel left in the dark

I should keep you more updated with connections I start

And I’m sorry to my fans, I’m sorry in advance

If a song or if a chant don’t meet all of your demands

My whole life I’ve dealt with anxiety and feeling cornered

And nothing gets me more anxious than a frustrated supporter

I wish I could respond to all your messages

I wish I could do all your collabs, I wish we could have a friendship

I wish I could fly you out just to show how much it means that you rock with me

I hope that this is my only apology

And I ain’t got no excuses

I’ve been selfish, I’ve been foolish, I’m just trying not to lose myself

And all my talking has been useless

Said that I’m caring and I’m humble but I barely even prove myself

To anyone I ever hurt, to anyone who deserved just a couple more words

I’m sorry

I’ve been devoured by the power, I’m a coward

I’m through with myself

Token Method

(Work hard, work smart, fuck sleep)

And nobody in this bitch can touch me

(No sleep)

Nobody in this bitch can touch me

But I ain’t wasting my time feeling comfy

I ain’t in if it don’t involve fans or money

(So what’s the method?)

Work hard, work smart, fuck sleep

I ain’t about to work a 9 to 5

Far ahead, but I work like I’m behind

Step by step, how to control your fate

I ain’t sleeping if I got one opponent awake

Wait… Don’t tell me that kid back again

Acting like the shit when hes babbling

Then he turned quiet as they clapped for him

Demeanor yelling “he don’t even gotta try” and demolish you by accident

I treat every studio like it’s my last session

Running circles around ’em like I’m athletic

Rappers talking to me, fronting like some rap legends

Still I read your body language like a book with a sad ending

Uh, your whole career is that depressing

Now take a seat, class in session

Your at a lesson, each lesson I add will lessen your adolescence

Unless you’re an addict letting ’em snatch your blessings

All I gotta do is verbalize a rap flow

Then it’s a legal murder like tobacco

My stage working by my back though

You ain’t with’ it, get burned alive at the flag pole (certified asshole)

Nobody in this bitch can touch me

But I ain’t wasting my time feeling comfy

I ain’t in if it don’t involve fans or money

(So what’s the method?)

Work hard, work smart, fuck sleep

I ain’t about to work a 9 to 5

Far ahead, but I work like I’m behind

Step by step, how to control your fate

I ain’t sleeping if I got one opponent awake

I don’t hang around with nobody fake

Got no time for love that’s so quick to transform into hate

I got goals to reach… and a dream to chase

So if you ain’t helping me with em’ then get the fuck out my face

Real shit

And this really realism is as real as it gets

That’s why these realists, I reel em’ in and it’s surreal when I did

My fans enjoy the fruits of my labor, feeling this kid

Cause they go bananas when I appeal in this bitch

And nobody in this bitch is gon’ touch me

But I ain’t wasting my time feeling I’m lucky

Cause I get too many messages bout being an inspiration to be ignorant to the fact its bigger than just me

And I don’t wanna hear I’m ahead of my time

And I don’t wanna hear that I’m the best of my kind

I don’t got a fucking kind, I’m defined by work ethic and grind, I don’t see limits you’ve set in your mind

Fuck that

Nobody in this bitch can touch me

But I ain’t wasting my time feeling comfy

I ain’t in if it don’t involve fans or money

(So what’s the method?)

Work hard, work smart, fuck sleep

I ain’t about to work a 9 to 5

Far ahead, but I work like I’m behind

Step by step, how to control your fate

I ain’t sleeping if I got one opponent awake

While they’re awake… I’mma put em’ to sleep

Recognize my dedication when your looking at me

Please, I fear no man but the worst me…

So in the morning bright and early (while they’re sleeping)

I’m working’ and scheming… fuck sleep, I got a dream to believe in

Meaning

Life ain’t bout finding yourself, its bout creating yourself

So when I’m breathing I’m building a fucking genius

And that’s the method…

Token Dirty Flesh

I do what I wish

My mom think I be losing my grip

When it come to the bars, I’m a retard

Ain’t nobody get stupid as this

First grade I wasn’t using my whits

Using my finger and using my fist

Using my anger and using bad word

Thank God that my future is this

Now, I do what I want

Do what I do, what you do is just watch

Holding up all the fans, holding up all the hands, holding up all the pants Louis Vuitton

Everyone know that I got the bomb bomb

And I got a razor and you got a pom-pom

And I gotta say word if you got a problem

‘Cause I got a banger, you can hear the pop pop pop

Woah

Wait a minute, keep a distance, I be shy

Met an angel, then I kissed it, then I kissed it goodbye

Pay attention, pay a visit, I won’t pay your ass a dime

I might let you live forever through a rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme

Woah

Unopposed, I don’t posed, I’m just it

I don’t fold (spits) only gold in my spit

And she all up on my shit like she really, really know it

Smart girls give the best head to the best poet

Ain’t no women hate me they get used to me

Shit, even when I do insult ’em, I do it so beautifully

Shit, I might kill the expectation, I might sing the eulogy

Shit, you might end up walking home for thinking that you’re cool with me

Shit, ride with me

Forget about everybody and cry with me

Let’s jump in the fire and you can die with me

Pretend like it is forever and lie with me

Yeah, lie with me

Yea, sleep with me

Yeah, wake up in the morning with a secret me

Yeah, everything I do, I do it secretly

Yeah, every single night I lose a piece of me

A piece of me, no peace in me

I rip your fucking head off, do it peacefully

The sky is falling, I’ma put it back together evenly

And never get a thank you

What is love when she only hug me to restrain me and only kiss me to shut me up?

I got blood that isn’t fam

I got fam that isn’t blood

I got shit to help me sleep, convince ’em it isn’t drugs

I got the girl of my dream convincing me she isn’t drunk

With an invisible cup, I promise I didn’t see it

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

All I see, cons of a conscience

Ya ya ya

All I see, perks of a Percocet

Ya ya ya

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

All I see, cons of a conscience

Ya ya ya

All I see, perks of a Percocet

Ya ya ya

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh

I am only here to make a child say a curse in bed

(Fuck, fuck)

I am only here to make a virgin wet

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh

Every single morning I’m a year closer to death

Every single time I fucked a bitch I had birthday sex

Yea, and you can be here with me

I’ve been on the job, been to a lot of city

I’ve been through the odds, they been all against me

Used to listen to mom, now I listen to 50

Teach you how to rob, just an itty-bitty

If they steal my innocence, I’ll be stealing it back

And all of the guilt they left me with, I’ll be giving them that

It’s either mission complete or permission to bla! bla! bla!

Ya ya ya

See Benji boy so explosive

I threw a chair at the wall and now the walls have opened

Ya ya ya

Took my momma’s lighter, threw it in the ocean

Now that cigarette is dry as my voice if she ask where the fuck I’m going

Ya ya ya

I don’t know

Ya ya ya

Ay I’ll go with the maniac

It’ll take my soul and I may adapt

And I’ll make the gold, and I’ll make the cash

And I’ll hang the rope and I may attach

And I’ll lay alone till I fade to black

With a case of blow and a case of ash

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

All I see, cons of a conscience

Ya ya ya

All I see, perks of a Percocet

Ya ya ya

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

All I see, cons of a conscience

Ya ya ya

All I see, perks of a Percocet

Ya ya ya

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh

Thought I did the dirt but I was done by the dirt instead

I delete my history like you do when you surf the web

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh

Standing on the chair like the bulb ain’t working yet

Hanging myself with the new Gucci turtleneck

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

I stomp on the ground, the ground hit me with an uppercut

I spit at the clouds, got rained on in the winter

Struck by lightning in the sun

But I do what I wish and I get what I wish for