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token - the vulgar nf (freestyle) كلمات أغنية

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i just read a comment calling me the vulgar nf (ah)
i guess we’re similar, but i got alcohol on my breath
plus i got songs all about s_x
and i don’t belong to any church
plus he’s much more successful than me i still got a lot more work (ah)
we’re all inspired by much different things
all of us dorks watch and absorb
but my dad’s exiting, mom’s depression were both a dominant source
i never respected classmates crying about toxic divorce
devotion was the most normal thing my mama had endured
boohoo, your dad moved out
i was too cool for the cap and gown
a recluse mute when i’m at the house
but on youtube i’m a blabbermouth
conspiracies about jews my friends move through that they ask me ’bout so much hate in the world
i got no clue who wants to blast me down
paranoia prepare a prayer employ a
person pr_ne to carry a weapon
jealousy isn’t a rare exception
a lot of my friends rap too, and i love them, we just like brethren
but they like to make me feel smaller than their recent successions
“don’t take it personal” i can, it’s just a job, dude
plus if i did, i’d have no one to f_cking talk to
they talk to me like i’m a teacher teachers pet petting the boss poos
pets slobbering all over me like a bowl full of f_cking dog food
i give all my girls jobs they sell merch or they’re in my videos all true
my d_ck say employees only like a stock room
i drive my whip like it was tron 2
when i get pulled over i say i’m on the way to the hospital
my mama’s battling cancer even though sh_t already got removed (it got removed)
it’s not a lie if it’s based on a truth (right)
the way a gun gets c_cked is fruity sh_t
that glock’s a fruit i’m not that dude
but my dude might press that fruit like jamba juice
the checks these records label offer me
remind me of a run_on sentence jumbled up (why?)
too many commas, what the f_ck? (ah)
luckily, my own label is all i trust and all i wanted
i put gold on all the toxic broads i talk with
now they wrist and neck is yellow like that tape with caution on it
caution on it
i’m a christmas tree the way these women put their stocking on it
stocking on it
they say jews k!ll jesus, right?
they off the prophet, i reversed it
i’m the rapping jew, i make the profit off it, profit off it
what do i offer other than these tracks i cater?
i’ll turn all my homies from a dreamer to reality makers
god gave me a gift, i’m just the wrapping paper
plus i got old slim shady inside me like that detroit trailer
plus i got wayne and andre inside me like the f_cking self (the f_cking self)
i never related to my dad, relationship was ups and downs (ups and downs)
but now i finally do ’cause we both underground
so who could show the world that boston’s more than just a town?
token’s the one we found
this industry’s a mess, it got me stressed
i miss my recent ex, i made that girl famous like sydney sweeney breast
i don’t pray for peace it pains me
i just study pop artists ’till people pay me
jesus was a carpenter and so is that sabrina lady (what’s the difference?)
what’s the difference?
music’s my religion, b_tch
i only rap about the trauma in the world i live in
so if i do go to h_ll the music gon’ be f_cking hittin’
i’ll be platinum, it’ll be special
cop my mixtape posted by the devil
never too different

- token

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