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Token | Funk Flex | Freestyle175
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Ay, I've been posting pics of my girl, old heads wonderin' why I wouldn't understand either if I had the b*t*h you hide Hair tie in the cupholder blunt roll the facade I used to be the only one sober but I must roll with the highs Jumped over the lies, f**ked over the ones hopin' I'm quiet Young Toke but I'm much older in the mind, you guys much older than wise Couple hoes slumped over in the ride Bottles get pa**ed around but I don't trust most of you guys So I drunk only from my cup throw but I'm kind, love goes to the guys She brought her two friends in, but I'm only allowed to f**k both from behind Whip don't make a sound but it still say a lot when I ride Goofy still in a hoopty sound like a f**king drumroll when you drive God my biggest fan he should be front row with a sign Plastic bag with a ice pack kept my lunch cold as a child That sh*t never fill me up I stole her lunch 'til I got caught, in lunch detention I wrote songs That principle he did me wrong, suspendin' me when he heard my verses Everyone at that age got a dream they watch me but be encouraged I had family in the Holocaust But the car drivin' at high speed is German I hope they see the purpose I got the same last name as the man who used to lead my service We're not related but I do hit that stage like God is working Young Toke is re-emergin', I ain't dropped in three years That would end y'all career, I guess I'm here for certain My girl get rea**urance, your girl got you googlin' what's the cheapest Birken And stressin' the f**k on the couch, deletin' searches Toured before a legal permit, I would've got a fake ID But by the time I was 17 I got everything for free Hop in the whip with T, top of the fit Celine Bottom of Lil' Mcqueen, jeans or beast your PAC in a bit too lean Top of the mornin' tip-top view and who on top of the b*t*h is me I don't thank God for the fame, because the fame ain't really a blessin' for me The fame late, thank God my mama caught her cancer early We met at high school, she think I'm the one She said that goose must be layin' eggs the way it sit in my cup I should've signed to G Herbo when he was hittin' me up 'Cause I've been ridin' through Chicago humble beast with the windows up Ma**achusetts where the Valor curtains on my window frame Crib got a big echo so I push her hair where the pillows hang Livin' life fast mo' ga**ed up than the whip those days Plan B's at the crip, I was ducking kids like the limbo game Uh, most the time I'm trollin' y'all Most the time they clownin' on what's different cause it's protocol Injury reserve I drive the whip just like it's stolen y'all The whip electric roll out that machine like we some bowling balls Uh, dad's good but you know what? More important than cutting them checks each month Me convincin' him, "Don't blame yourself So much for the family's pain man your son glowed up" Everybody in the city was so surprised To see me in national groupie except the people who actually knew me Take 'em around the world to travel and movie Make that girl come back with a different accent for mom and dad, she like the practical Stewie Uh, liquor act like peace treat, keys out like greenscreen 'Cause the whip I have sayin' speed me I used to rip the plastic off of a CVS bag just to wrap a dime bag Now I stay in my back like the receipt I got so much love for my guys that they'll probably never know And I know they've seen sh*t that I probably never will Hard to wrap my head around the fans supportin' every step But when we show up to their town they see my brother as a threat Loose money is in a room So the room just be like a zoo tummy, two tounges gorilla glued to me Only a few words hope you know the truth hurts move from me I know my true worth known to do dirt like the dune buggy I know the routes work growin' from cool hurt but I'm new money This hoe want new fur coats and a cute purse an acute from me B*t*h don't be too sure just wrote a loose herb in a room from me My bro's a huge nerd, holdin' two guns firm lookin' like a bookworm Dad said he would come by And every time he never showed I just wrote Ten years old I was smoking with my older bro He taught me how to sneak in windows when his neighbor wasn't home I learned how to keep a secret early, Kanye was my world I fell in love with head at twelve, I never knew how to treat a girl Grandpa used to give advice, cancer came before I listened Doctors fed my sister pills, they should've paid for the rehab she never sit with I can never switch I gave my bro a job before I could afford to I've medicated depression I performed through I was in a bus mine behind me on that tour too I remember when she was behind me in that courtroom Bilingual short fuse, yellin' at my foreign coupe B*t*hes wanna marry like they dug my last name, shout out 4-2 Bro pop off sh*t might get leaky get the corkscrew Bottle cost the grand openin' like the store's new Nas was tellin' me he noticin' me become a star Been home for a week, just tokin' the weed and asked my name Lower your fee collab away, hoes on the street give a** the same I give a b*t*h a winter night, rollin' the sheets and blow on the tea to relax her brain When I get too high I act insane Got my girl mad at the J, now she act like dame I was eager to hop off the ports like the package came Never had a gang but my OG used to make Ray go way like Accutane Uh, east coast my jacket hang West Coast my baddy came blow 'til her lashes hang Uh, your clothes you keep on racks, my clothes they each a rack I'm paranoid at baggage claim, need a bottle when they land a plane F**k the rumors what y'all wanna know I never named myself after a cartoon, but that's a funny joke Meals were out the microwave of my apartment Half-eaten apples in the fridge, we finish what we started But I do regret some things I do regret cuttin' off friends 'cause I ain't understand their ways Like they ain't 'bout with me in my new life that became I was way too late to rekindle, they just see me like I changed In school, they said I'm different, that's how I picked up my name My name got me a li'l fame, I had to get confident without it My whole life I prove people wrong I don't expect you to know that So it's all good, I've seen opinions get rerouted I told Jid (J.I.D.) I'm goin' to Atlanta, I gotta lock it I don't get the accent but everywhere I'm still Boston I'm from the north shore but I don't swim The closest, I go is spreadin' that b*t*h open by the doc on some gyno sh*t Thirteen at that Mac Miller concert I tucked the weed in my shoe I wish I told him that but it was enough just meetin' the dude I must be speaking the truth, I got fans from ten to sixty I'll only appeal from age fourteen to fifteen Born dreamin' this dream, core team is with me All the homies and my girl see me go from poor me to rich me I duck my head I just keep workin' I'm just tryin' to tell my story, it's a lot beneath the surface T
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