Sway in the Morning, Token - Token Sway in the Morning Freestyle lyrics

Okay, Sway, 50 let's go
Let’s go

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

Real shit, kill shit, vacate the map, uh
Mayday, I get my day made, if that
Little bitch wanna play games
I don't gotta gang gang
I got a body guard who get pay day to scrap
Take your bae, make her seis nueve
That's a 6 9, fuck it, Tre Way is back
Better songs but I maintain the raps
Seeing them change you got a better
Chance seeing Sway change his hat
Wait, I was never young, I'm mad old
I became a man when I realized my dad's broke
Use to look up to rappers
And now they plateaued
So I don't got no-one to
Look up to except Toke
Daddy still owe Mom money
They can't be that close
So family reunions only happen at my shows
Backstage the only holiday we have, so
This shit is bigger than
Punchlines and fast flows
But I think it's easy peasy
I bite like I need a treat
And I fight like a need a treaty
Choose 'em like eenie meenie
I think you might need my CD
Bitches rubbing on the glass like
They tryna reach a genie
Uh uh, I never would keep it PG
I keep it so dirty dirty
I might as well feed the needy
I give em heebie jeebies
They won't like this rap
Spit at this mic so long, it might spit back!
Sway these mic's are frail as shit
The type of flame I spit
Will likely break the tiny frame of it
The mic will split and I
Ain't gon' pay for it
So, you gun' feel some type of way and shit
Next time I come, modernize the place a bit
Huh?
I raise the bar like this shit is my son
I hold it up and tell you midgets, "Jump"
They used to say I was a gimmick, I admit it
I was but now they mimic, shit
I give you gimmicks a buzz
Fuck punchline rap, I ain't a punchline act
Y'all use it as a crutch
Ain't no punchline in that
Homie, there's a difference between
My shit and that listen to my project and
Then re-write your raps
Then recite my tracks
Listen to all of my shit got to
Try to get better and if you get better
Potentially we might collab
Be like the scab
Rip all of my shit off of the Internet buddy
Because I think it's the only
Way we like your tracks, huh?
How they talking shit to me
Like I wasn't twelve
Doing ciphers out of Boston, in the streets?
Making thirty year-olds look bad
When comparing it
They put age restriction just
To avoid embarrassment (uh)
Manic and arrogant, parents aware of it
Ran into therapists
They tried to make me stable but
Angel is nowhere in my narrative
This man sin like Marilyn damn
It the champion is arrogant, hilarious
Closest that you'll get to being there
With it and sharing it
Is pairin' with Samaritans who stare at it
Are there to lift the carriages
All carryin' my chariot
Or there for just repairin' it!
Sway, last time I made your co-host cry
I gave her a tissue and hugged her good-bye
This time, I'm ripping tissues
And ripping arteries out of any rapper who
Try to do it like I!

Why?
'Cause I've been assertive with the moves
Listeners I better bring to church, I'm like
A minister up in the booth, uh
Got a couple people doin' what I wish
I'm Timmy Turner with the crew
Timmy Turner with the crew
Mr burns with the loot
Larry Bird when I shoot
I'm the kernel when I pop i'm the colonel
I recruit different workers to the crew
You? Little person with the view
Lookin' up to me short
Wife the bitch on tour, live and learn
Yes I do hit the curb I got to zoom
Kill and murder when I do
With a verse I write your tomb
In the dirt you got to move
Like I'm flirting with death
Bitch is flirting with me too
Ain't it hot when I flex
It's a furnace when I do
Bring a burner with it too
If i die right now
I'm giving birth to all the youth
Tell em follow they truth
Tell em do what they love
If they wanna be a rapper
Fuck em all if they judge
But if you see me walkin' down
The street and you just
Decide to walk up to me and you
Rap to me and you suck
I'ma tell you whats up
Hard work pays off I'm living
Proof of that shit they saw my freestyle
Said I just do this rap shit
Then the project dropped
Fans think the music classic
I didn't say shit I watched
'em critics do a back-flip
Back-flip, bomb bastic, who gon' bash it
You're too late i respect my legends but I
Don't diss the new wave
This for everyone who say the
Fanbase I'm with isn't deep
YouTube rappers do not sell tickets like me
Picture me, lil' dork from the YouTube
Pull up to your city showing it
More love than you do
Florida, California, then Georgia I flew to
And you're stuck, you poor fuck
My tour bus go vroom vroom
Vroom vroom pay the tolls
Round the globe is where I took the crew
Bus driver is 62
And I make sure he get pussy too
Photos of me at every show
Goosebumps when I'm looking through
Every label at my doorstep can't
Be Interscope cause I'm bulletproof
Mama told me not to trust these bitches
No telling what they wouldn't do
So I gotta put a hat on for the
Kiddy feeling like a Puss n' Boots
Mama looking at my bank statements
Pray to God that they put to use
Used to rap about bullyin'
Now I'm showing you what a bully do
I'll fuck around- ah shit

Yo see I rap like I got it figured out
Don't we all but I can tell you 'bout a
Few times that I felt lost
I brag about being independent
Feeling like a boss
But I'm still worrying if daddy's
Lights are getting shut off
I know it ain't about the
Money it's about the cause
So everyday I look in the mirror and
I pray I don't see a fraud
Remember I made a song
About a school shooting? When it dropped
It went crazy and I started feeling
A hero when I talked
Then the Parkland school shooting
Happened and the cops
And Emma Gonzales are the heroes and I'm not
I didn't know how to tell y'all
I read the Florida report and I saw my school
Shooting video was the last
Video Cruz ever watched
And that shit make you wonder
What purpose do you lack
People died I'm having flashbacks
That I've never had
I put my truth into a project
But that what I couldn't grasp
Between Somewhere what I called it
Somewhere I don't know between Somewhere
Doing freestyles and brag about
A couple flows then pouring my heart into a
Project they don't even own
Between Somewhere, out in New York living my
Dream I've been told
Sway, thank you for having me
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