Left Somethin’ Token

[Verse 1]
Token goin' in, you can call the beat a slot machine
And knowin' it's Token, he'll probably win the lottery
Non-stop goin' in, there's no cock blocking me
Slaughterin' all of them my team, hot box your coffin
He's a fuckin' genius, who the fuck disagrees?
I'm a beast I should be tied around a stump in a tree
Up on a leash, who's fuckin' with me?
I know rap like the back of my hand, it's just another knuckle to me
God forgive me, I use the [?] beat
Rick Ross on the truth, forgive my sins
You're a simpleton, I'm intricate
You spit a tip, I split the shit
Don't mean piece sign when I chuck the deuce
I flip a shit
Bitch you feel, you get it
So sick I killed the medic
Before he could give me medication my [?]
Yes it's glass motherfuckin' house, fuck your life
And it's a prominent lullaby when you come and try

[Chorus]
LP, OT
If you don't know rap, you don't know me
We flow the dopest poetry
Who you posers supposed to be?
No one, hold up, when you foreigners gon' go and see?
That we ba-ba-ba-back like we left somethin'
The return of real rap, what you get from it?
You get nothing, we don't fuck with your message
We back like we left somethin' and comin' to get it
Let's get it