[Intro: Token and Sway]
Okay, Sway, 50
Let's go
Let’s go
[Verse 1]
I got rap in my blood, 10 years I've been harvestin' this
So Much Wayne and Jay I got Carters in my cartilages
Pistol whip, I’m harder than the shit that startled the clique
The whit I spit is sharper than the shit my barber will grip
I think it's him, don't argue with him, he's starving again
When he left Sway, them labels wanted to partner with him
Called him the new Eminem, I told them "Market my dick"
I'm not another white rapper they tried to pin Marshall against
I been in charge of this
I'll never fall to the guard again
I got arrested in middle school
Bitch I was playing with Legos still
Used to be going in cars and shit
Then I got Honda's sponsorship
I've been on fire, spark incense
Art so articulate the Arctic is lit, it’s marvellous
Teachers had them arguments
Used to be on a tardy list
Now I’m on a different list
Charts I think, Sway this a blessing
I'm just happy I was let in, I got a notepad in my backpack
Each page like a dangerous weapon
I hold it like I’m aiming a Wesson
Then they raise they arms, like they know the answer to the most complicated question
I'm way too impressive, fuck it, way too impressive
It's so obvious it even sound strange when I said it
But if you ain't so receptive, just take a break
Start paying attention to Sway’s facial expression
He spread the same exact message, way too impressive
Fuck it, way too impressive
Way I came in this game I should be caged and arrested
For breaking and entering
Barge in this game without raisin' a question
Like Kramer, I guess it's ironic I made a lane like I'm Benes
Way too impressive, but this ain't no silver spoon
Mama used to vacuum maggots out the holes up in her room
What it do? What's the word, then?
I rap like I'm tryna buy my mom a brand new crib before this fuckin' verse end
Persevere type of person
I don't persecute if the person's cute, nah, that's her personal purse, then, uh
Gettin' flown if I'm headed home
What a way up, fuck your brain up, methadone on the metronome
What a change up, fuck a pay cut, envelope got a heavy bulge
Money on me is the best cologne, man I smell alone, like a pheromone
Getting dough, if the check is old
Have an episode, like I'm ten years old
Token, but I'm better known
As the blueprint, to my many clones
Got your bitch up on my ear, like a telephone
City want me near, but I'm never home
Baby, my career like a cemetery, whole thing set in stone
God damn! Let me talk a little shit
Mama knew I'd be a genius when I was a lil' shit
Okay, Sway, 50
Let's go
Let’s go
[Verse 1]
I got rap in my blood, 10 years I've been harvestin' this
So Much Wayne and Jay I got Carters in my cartilages
Pistol whip, I’m harder than the shit that startled the clique
The whit I spit is sharper than the shit my barber will grip
I think it's him, don't argue with him, he's starving again
When he left Sway, them labels wanted to partner with him
Called him the new Eminem, I told them "Market my dick"
I'm not another white rapper they tried to pin Marshall against
I been in charge of this
I'll never fall to the guard again
I got arrested in middle school
Bitch I was playing with Legos still
Used to be going in cars and shit
Then I got Honda's sponsorship
I've been on fire, spark incense
Art so articulate the Arctic is lit, it’s marvellous
Teachers had them arguments
Used to be on a tardy list
Now I’m on a different list
Charts I think, Sway this a blessing
I'm just happy I was let in, I got a notepad in my backpack
Each page like a dangerous weapon
I hold it like I’m aiming a Wesson
Then they raise they arms, like they know the answer to the most complicated question
I'm way too impressive, fuck it, way too impressive
It's so obvious it even sound strange when I said it
But if you ain't so receptive, just take a break
Start paying attention to Sway’s facial expression
He spread the same exact message, way too impressive
Fuck it, way too impressive
Way I came in this game I should be caged and arrested
For breaking and entering
Barge in this game without raisin' a question
Like Kramer, I guess it's ironic I made a lane like I'm Benes
Way too impressive, but this ain't no silver spoon
Mama used to vacuum maggots out the holes up in her room
What it do? What's the word, then?
I rap like I'm tryna buy my mom a brand new crib before this fuckin' verse end
Persevere type of person
I don't persecute if the person's cute, nah, that's her personal purse, then, uh
Gettin' flown if I'm headed home
What a way up, fuck your brain up, methadone on the metronome
What a change up, fuck a pay cut, envelope got a heavy bulge
Money on me is the best cologne, man I smell alone, like a pheromone
Getting dough, if the check is old
Have an episode, like I'm ten years old
Token, but I'm better known
As the blueprint, to my many clones
Got your bitch up on my ear, like a telephone
City want me near, but I'm never home
Baby, my career like a cemetery, whole thing set in stone
God damn! Let me talk a little shit
Mama knew I'd be a genius when I was a lil' shit
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