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Token

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[Intro]
You ready?
(Oh my God, Ronny)

[Verse 1]
Sit on the couch, ho
Pimp shit intro to outro
Rich and I'm shallow, spit like thinking I might choke
Drink like Cinco de Mayo
Tints on the ride home, bitch I’ve been tryna hide
Pop shit like Prince or a Michael
All white whip, it’s albino
By no means I’ma quit, I’ma die on top
Pop pop to the enemy
Shop with a cop-cop tendency
Hot like I got-got felony
Gotta to be a dog - top, top, top pedigree
Give me top-top in the top-top mezzanine
While my opener on, right-right in front of me
Gotta fuck three for the night to be fun to me
Swipe, swipe, check the price, all on me
Homie is the best - strap to your chest like, like dungaree
Enemy - I hold smoke, bro I’m chim-chimney
I’m Soho living but I’m homegrown mentally
I’m so-so wise that the homies tryna get like me-
My bro-bro from Brooklyn, he call his timbs Timothy
A boatload of women like we’re going on a trip
Don’t trip 'cause my bro’s clip so so finicky
The slowmo fucking with the cold-cold Hennessy
Put me to sleep like when KC and JoJo sing to me

[Chorus]
“What the fuck?”
By 9 PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat; I’m rich (Fuck)
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck)
When she gets to topping, I big-Mac the bitch (Fuck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I'm rich
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

[Verse 2]
She fuck like a celebrity more than me, uh-huh
I gotta repeat if she freak-freak uh-huh
I never cheat-cheat but I see three of them
T-T, she call me T, I’m the boss and shit
Pray to that motherfucker like it’s a cross and shit
G, Gs, C, Cs all on her bag and shit
Smack that ass, now it’s redder than some MAGA shit
Stunting like my daddy when I’m snapping at the mic
Trigger-happy, kitty catty on my lap, I got the mice
Nice fanny pack, I got a couple K, and that’s light
Baby, did you really make a inde milli? That’s right
All the women pretty, more petty than that
Chameleon with everything because I really adapt
I line them up and I’m like Kanye and 50 in the Rolling Stone
Head to head to head to head to head to head to head
Treat the homie like a bread knife, break bread
I be tryna count the bread till I’m braindead
Fresh, so clean, I do what Andre said
Baby I ain’t from Atlanta, I look like a bank-head
Head of the bank offices
Credit with great confidence
Bouta cop the presidential, I never debate politics
Henny- I’m eight bottles in
Baby, I’m faded, take me to bed where the runway model is
Fuck, what time is it? 'Cause

[Chorus]
“What the fuck?”
By 9 PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat; I’m rich (Fuck)
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck)
When she gets to topping, I big-Mac the bitch (Fuck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I'm rich
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

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Samad Savage

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[Part I: All Falls Down]

[Intro: Samad Savage]
Yeah, this the real one, baby, haha
New Jers', stand up, yo
Like we always do with this
(—All, it all falls down)
This is what your life like— chka
Yeezy season approachin'
(I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down)
Good morning— chka— all that power
Uh, uh, c'mon, homie, we major
(Oh, when it all, it all falls down)
Stadium status
I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago
(I'm tellin' you all, it all falls dow—)
I love you like Kanye loves Kanye— hah?
Uh

[Part II: Gold Digger]

[Verse 1: Samad Savage]
Diggin' for gold, quick to spit a particular flow
'Til they feel me like cinema shows, I'm cold! The temperature low
She said, "That man is so bright, even Ray could see he got soul"
Plus, his Yeezys is fittin' right, you can see he got sole
Man, I'm trollin', stoppin' me takes a toll cannot change me!
I happily pass easy- oh, you ain't know Jersey raised me?
Crazy! Same streets as Topaz, know this
Go ham, all ten down, these other clowns is toeless

[Part III: Barry Bonds]

[Verse 2: Samad Savage]
Huh, the flow's funky, can you smell me? I knows this
Foes flunkies, loco dummies, oh so chummy
Toe to toe? Ugly, ho don't want these bloody knuckles coming
Slumping those running up, when I Usain Bolt shit
Bow! Duck dung when di badmon approachin'
I run it, but it's just up and it's stuck, I just call it "floating"
And I'm on like- one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine- flow ten!
I nailed it, don't need a hammer, it's easy, I goes in
Uh, and I ain't high, but these ideas from Token
The first idea a white man had, a Black man that stoles it
Huh, I'm no Cupid, but for the love, I go shootin'
And I go dumb, like slow, stupid, do it like we always do it—

[Part IV: Good Life]

[Verse 3: Samad Savage]
—This time
Flow yay, no con, Black folk divine
And I ain't for the shuck in the jive
Ye told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up"
And if they hate, it's 'cause they want a piece of the pie
Hehe, like that label, I'm good
If you got the cash, well, I gotta book
Sorry! I'm too hot, uh, Summer '95
Chi', hehe, I know my history

[Part V: Say You Will]

[Verse 4: Samad Savage]
Lot o' people tryin' to stop me, they'll never get to me
This the "Ac' right, break a leg"- uh, lit'rally
I'm not into peggin', bruh, I ain't got no bitch in me
I cannot get pregnant, but y'all gotta be kiddin' me
Lowkey, the variant; ain't nobody sick as me
Y'all got me distorted if you thinkin' I've seen my peak
The ones who gave up don't wan' to see you prosper
I got drive, but they already knew that

[Part VI: Monster]

[Verse 5: Samad Savage & Nicki Manaj]
When I pull up in that Monster, automobile, ya got a-
-dorable wheels- stop! Y'all all in your feels, locked to
Horrible deals, shocked to audible squeals, got no
Laudible skills, loss of heart or the will, and it's not a
Marginal field, I'm a doc, give a shot and go peel off of the top wit' the skills
That last scheme last fifteen seconds, I've got to be real
They jus' wan' to kill, I came to heal like the squad of B-Real
"Samad, you gotta just chill"
Never, because I wig they ass and my whip fast
Rest in peace B.I.G., more cash, more problems, it's sad
Now Yeezy made my beats cold, Nicki made my speech flow
Ah, I'm a motherfuckin' cheat code

[Part VII: Murder to Excellence]

[Verse 6: Samad Savage]
Now we know the streets mol' the industry, peep, yo:
From pop music to these clothes, who they tryna be, yo?
They call us violent people, ignore the Tarantinos
That's childish, but this is America- too easy
We be mindin' our own business, and grindin' our own business
Provide wit' our own business, they set fire to our own business
They say pull ourselves up by our bootstraps
We did that, then they took it- screw it, let's get our boots back

[Part VIII: Blood on the Leaves]

[Interlude 1: Samad Savage & Nina Simone]
I guess I'm jus' too Black, I see the—
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Yeah, hehehe
You gotta laugh the pain off sometimes, you know? Uh
Blood on the leaves

[Verse 7: Samad Savage & Nina Simone]
I'm just from the 'Clair, like my mind now
A Jersey boy, but I love the Chi' (Freeze)
My fav'rite rapper wrote "Kick, Push" (Freeze)
Uh, you crazy thinkin' I'm not on my grind
If they tryna bring me peace, "Wa-Alaikum-Salaam" (Blood on the leaves)
They wan' to hit me with the piece? 9:8, the Quran
They satisfy you with their speech, but have hate in their minds (Freeze)
They up, and the very second that you down, they not takin' your side (Freeze)
Whether you Blood or crippin', the green's the only mission
A team? Boloney; fiction- you ask for help and then they (Freeze)
All the OGs missin', now you lonely, stiff, and
God's your only visit- is it worth it when it's
Blood leakin' out of your Black bodies?
I know it isn't (Swinging in the Southern breeze)
Uh, I know it's sickenin'
Moment of silence for all the victims (Breeze)

[Interlude 2: Samad Savage & Nina Simone]
Yo
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Yo, I said moment of silence
Hello? Please!
From the poplar trees
Please! Please—

[Part IX: No More Parties in LA]

[Interlude 1: Samad Savage & Junie Morrison]
—ell you, I'm out here
Hahahahahahahahaha-
From a very far away place
-Ha, we gotta keep it movin'
All for a chance to be a star
Uh, skoodwidit!
Nowhere seems to be too far
Yo, uh- yee!

[Chorus: Samad Savage]
No more parties in N.J., uh
Please, baby, no more no more parties in N.J., yeah
Uh, no more parties in N.J.
If we leave now, maybe we'll make it to L.A.

[Verse 8: Samad Savage, Junie Morrison & Ghostface Killah]
I heard palm trees always givin' off a calm breeze (Los Angeles)
When the sun beam, come down to melt your ice cream (Shake that body, party that bod-)
I scream at a car comin' at me wit' high beams (Shake that body, party that bod-)
After crazy-ass night, but that was jus' the icing (Shake that body, party that bod-)
Off the wait, let's go to my home state
I met a lady wit' a cake that no baker could bake
Said, "Where you from? Oh, Newark? Not too far from my place
'Bout fifteen minutes away, so we should go on a date"
She told me all about this party happenin' on the Eighth (Los Angeles)
I'm thinkin' I can get to see that ass shake, so it's great
The day had finally came, and the music straight blastin' (Shake that body, party that bod-)
Turnt down every girl lookin' like "Hey, handsome" (Shake that body, party that bod-)
I'm focused on the girl that all the fellas was gassin' (Los Angeles)
I made it out to shorty, she grabbed me and started dancin'
She throwin' it back hard, I thought this was gon' be romantic
Lettin' me get more back shots than a snapshot on a Canon
But in the distance, I can see another shorty spazzin'
She like, "Who the hell this nigga on my girl?"
She got a look up on her face that says it's her against the world
But I'm focused on this cutie wit' a booty as she twirls
And as my shorty throwin' it back on me (Los Angeles)
That other shorty lookin' like she finna snap on me
And why she yellin'? My girl noticed and went from her back on me
And havin' her ass on me, to huggin' me like homies
I'm like, "Hold on, this ain't even a slow song (Los Angeles)
So why you huggin' me so tight? I feel like somethin' 's so wrong"
You think I'm dumb, so I guess I'll play along (Shake that body, party that bod-)
And while she huggin' me, I'll keep my hand all on her thong (Shake that body, party that-)
The shorty approached us, she said "That's my girl!" I'm like "Hold up
When I said 'Hi', she could o' told me 'Bye'" — yo, what ([?])
The hell?" With these females need details
This the kind o' shit that happens from where I be, well...

[Interlude 2: Samad Savage & Junie Morrison]
Let me tell you, I'm out here
From a very far away place
Because
All for a chance to be a star
No more parties in N.J.
Nowhere seems to b—

[Part X: Yikes]

[Interlude: Samad Savage]
'Cause shit can get
Menacin'
Uh, sometimes, I scare myself
Myself, ayy, ayy, ayy!
Uh

[Verse 9: Samad Savage]
I was tweakin', mama
I proceed with the speed of Zonda
I'm a beast like the seed of Donda
Pick a beat, I'm Regina's father
Give a streak of the ink, and write a
Melody that's so sweet, I try to
Take a seat, but my feet won't bother
'Cause I treat my Adidas' kinda like truth
That mean I stand on it, my car a festival
Too many bands on it, no one can son me, not
Even a tan formin'
Wait, that's not money? What you speakin'? Mandarin?
This what the fans wanted, look how I dance on this beat
I'm the one who put insan- in -ity
Baby, stop, plan on a bea'
I'm the plug, this electricity
Huh?
Leave 'em shocked like "Pika-Pika!"
Got the sauce, bread, cheese, no pizza
Yo' bread flat, it look like pita, uh!
Yee!
I'm a different type o' leader
I protect what I believe in
Got the heat and got a heater

[Part XI: 4th Dimension]

[Chorus: Louis Prima]
Gnignirb atnaS si tahw?

[Verse 10: Samad Savage]
Blocka, blocka, blocka, lyrical chopper, pop 'em
Came to get this bitch shakin', like we only dance in Harlem
Try me and get the perfect beat, not Afrika Bambaataa
You tryna be a gangsta, I'm tryna be Assata
You sayin' "Fuck life", but I'm happy I'm inside her
If you ain't talkin' money or God, I hear "Rada rada"
Rappin' for seven minutes- "Rap God", "Mural" and "Lambda"
But music's more than rappin', that's why I'm so damn proud, I'm—

[Part XII: Everything We Need/Stronger]

[Refrain 1: Samad Savage]
—Remindin'
Myself it's all design
Live and learn
Follow your heart, not pride (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Remindin' (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Myself it's all design (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Live and learn (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Follow your heart, not pride (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Refrain 2: Samad Savage]
Work it, make it, do it, makes us
Harder, better, faster, stronger
Work it, make it, do it, makes us
Harder, better, faster, stronger

[Chorus: Samad Savage]
And I heard 'em say, "Hah?"
Now, now, that, that don't kill me, uh
Can only make me stronger, uh
I need you to hurry up now
'Cause I can't wait much longer

[Verse 11: Samad Savage]
He was somethin' like a big brother, but he was Jig's brother
Used to practice his lyrics when I still stuttered
From "The College Dropout" to when I dropped out of college
Used to sing "Hey Mama" to my mom like she was Donda
He was the weird kid who was hated by the genre
They told him not to rap 'cause they would never buy the product
Imagine if he stuck to the beats and' never speak
Wouldn't have a B, wouldn't be the world's top designer, hah?
Imagine he ain't go against the grain, uh
Imagine if he chose to be a slave
He told me to never accept all that they expect
And sometimes, self-doubt can be a cage
We turned our backs on him at his lowest
We could have chose love, but we ain't show it
If only God can judge, then we failin'
People never get the flowers while they can still smell them, uh
Michael in my eyes, rise with the fame
South side of Chi' city, King Horus on the chain
No one in his lane, never be another Pablo
Kan', yo, also
Kanye, to the
My big brother was Jig's brother

[Part XIII]

[Outro: Samad Savage]
Uh, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah