- Token Code Red 歌詞
- Token
- I think I'm a role model to anyone who ask
Teacher think I'm cheating, and she kick me out of class
Daddy think I'm grown up, and I'm really kicking ass
Mommy think I'm baby, and I really need a nap
Grandma think I'm a good boy, and I'm witty when I rap
But she don't know what the ****** * I'm saying
She can't hear me I'm too fast
And if she found out what I was saying,
She would whip me on my ass
And she would probably fall to the ground with a mini
Heart-attack
Fans think I'm talented and nifty with the craft
Haters think I'm corny, and I'm cringy, and I'm trash
Labels think I'm selfish, and I'm stingy with the cash
I think they don't like me, they can kiss me on my ass
Sister think I'm preoccupied, she miss me way too bad
But she don't want to give me a call, 'cause I'm too busy doing raps
Doing tracks, doing shows, doing hoes from the back
Doing this, doing that, doing great, doing bad
Ay! Tell 'em I got the remedy and the potion
I just taught myself how to better breathe in the ocean
I be swimming through with the melody and the flow shift
When I pull up, all of the enemy they go, 'Oh ************!'
Everything I do is dark and it tend to lead to commotion
Then I be taking your heart , it's a felony for emotion
I do it all for the art, but I presently got impulsion
Profit, ************, power. I definitely am indulging
Definitely took my focus
Definitely is the show biz
Definitely lying to you, is definitely not the motive
Definitely know some rappers who always study my flows
Andactin' like they don't know me
Then definitely went and stole it
Biting my ************ little appetite *******
You would owe me quite a bag if I patented that ************
Rapping ass kid with an ugly demeanor
Like '******* my teachers', now I ** ***** my teachers
I don't bust my heater
I'm a young mind-reader
I can tell you a *******,
I ain' t a tough guy either (I ain't a tough guy)
I was just a little boy with a plus-sized feature
I don't ever get touched, I don't trust my preacher
Nuts hang low 'till they touch my sneakers
My socks on Ralph and my boxers on Tom
Yeah, they told me that I got it all wrong
Yeah, I can't hear you 'Lala, la , la'
Need some money for my daddy and a lot for my mom
Got the pressure on my shoulders, but I'm walking all calm
I think all the spotlight, make me wanna cause harm
So it's always on-sight, that is not a dot com
Not too common commercially
Y'all take longer to worship me
I'll be all in the murder scene
Call a cop for security
Y'all don't want to encourage me
I'ma follow the person, who causing all of the murders
Like Holocaust did to Germany
Y'all imposters are irking me
Costume on like you're working at Comic-con or the circus
But I'm the opposite, heard of me?
I'm the guy to ******* you up, then walk you off to emergency
Just to impersonate as the doctor prompting the surgery
Knuckle up to maturity
Toughen up to authority
I don't want to kill all of 'em
Just the *******ing majority
Run a muck on the orderly
Mother*******ers ignoring me
I might even be wearing a button up, do it formally
Formerly known as:
'Kiddie with no class', 'Kiddie with no *******'
' Kiddie with no cash'
Kiddie was so sad, give him a Prozac
But he never took it, now he act how the pros act
Now he's a known act
Giving out toe tags
******* a co-sign, I'm too cold for the collab
Who will oppose that?
I need to know that
'Cause what's a bullet if you got nowhere to blow at?
Bla!
Y'all softer than a cookie dough
If it means war I'll be following the bullet holes
******* you mean I shouldn't go?
You know what they say right?
Better safe than sorry
Better sorry than a ************ though (********** **)
Huh, all of y'all softer than a tootsie roll
If that cost a pretty penny, my ************ gon' be beautiful
I' ma do it all alone but if I hit the jackpot?
I'ma thank God, like 'Halle-*******ing-lujah ho!'
Yeah, halle-***** **ing-lujah ho!
I just hit the jackpot, halle-*******ing-lujah ho!
I was always yellin' and suckin' on a titty as a two-year- old
Ain't ************ changed, that's beautiful
Halle-*******ing-luja ho!
How the ***** ** you doin' ho?
Oh I'm doin' good I'm just plotting out your funeral
I said 'I'ma kill 'em in the studio',
And they said 'Over my dead body'
I said 'Boy, that's doable!' (Boy!)
Uh, y'all sweeter than a sweet potato
I know they depressed like every time I see a hater
Fighting with yourself
Well, I can be the mediator
Shut your *******in' mouth and maybe try to feed it later
Maybe try to get inspired instead of all the jealous anger
Maybe try to save a little instead of spending all your paper
Maybe try to buy a crib instead of livin' in a trailer
Maybe try to pull a chick instead of tryna pull a favor (Oh!)
Uh, y'all softer than a Chia Pet
************ like a cheetah girl
I hope you don't PMS ( Oh!)
I hope it won't be a mess
I know that you see I'm next
I know that you dream about me
Wonder if you pee your bed (psss)
Wonder when I'm gonna put my feet up on your seat and desk
Wanna kick me out? Nah that ain't the way to treat a guest
I am not a old head
I am not a new head
I am just a Code Red, Code Red
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