Token - Code Red lyrics

I think I'm a role model to anyone who ask
(Ask) teacher think I'm cheating and she
Kick me out of class (Class)
Daddy think I'm grown up and
I'm really kicking ass (Ass)
Mommy think I'm baby and I really need a nap
(Nap) grandma think I'm a good boy and
I'm witty when I rap
But she don't know what the fuck
I'm saying, she can't hear me, i'm too fast
And if she found out what I was saying
She would whip me on my ass
And she would probably fall to the
Ground with a mini heart-attack
Fans think I'm talented and
Nifty with the craft
Haters think I'm corny and I'm cringy
And I'm trash
Labels think I'm selfish and I'm
Stingy with the cash
I think they don't like me


They can kiss me on my ass
Sister think I'm preoccupied
She miss me way too bad
But she don't want to give me a call
'cause I'm too busy doing raps
Doing tracks, doing shows
Doing hoes from the back
Doing this, doing that, doing great
Doing bad
Ayy, tell 'em I got the remedy and the potion
(yeah) i just taught myself how to
Better breathe in the ocean (What?)
I be swimming through with the
Melody and the flow shift (Woah)
When I pull up, all of the enemy they go
"Oh shit!" (Brr)
Everything I do is dark and it
Tend to lead to commotion (yeah)
Then I be taking your heart
It's a felony for emotion (a motion, Ah)
I do it all for the art
But I presently got impulsion (yeah)
Profit, pussy, power
I definitely am indulging (yeah)
Definitely took my focus
Definitely is the show biz
Definitely lying to you
Is definitely not the motive (Nope)
Definitely know some rappers who
Always study my flows
And actin' like they don't know me
They definitely went and stole it
Biting my shit, little appetite bitch
You would owe me quite a bag
If I patented that shit
Rapping ass kid with an ugly demeanor
Like "Fuck my teachers
" now I fuck my teachers (Fuck, fuck)
I don't bust my heater
I'm a young mind-reader (No)
I can tell you a bitch
I ain't a tough guy either
(I ain't a tough guy either)
I was just a little boy
With a plus-sized feature
I don't ever get touched
I don't trust my preacher (Ha ha)
Nuts hang low 'till they touch my sneakers
My socks on Ralph and my boxers on Tom (yeah)
Yeah, they told me that I got it all wrong
Yeah, I can't hear you, "La, la, la, la"
Need some money for my daddy and
A lot for my mom (Huh)
Got the pressure on my shoulders
But I'm walking all calm (yeah)
I think all the spotlight
Make me wanna cause harm
So it's always on-sight
That is not a dot com (yeah)
Not too common commercially
Y'all take longer to worship me
I'll be all in the murder scene
Call a cop for security (Uh, uh)
Y'all don't want to encourage me
I'ma follow the person
Who causing all of the murders
Like Holocaust did to Germany (Brr, ayy)
Y'all impostors are irking me
Costume on like you're working (Ayy)
At Comic-Con or the circus
But I'm the opposite, heard of me?
(What?) i'm the guy to fuck you up
Then walk you off to emergency (What?)
Just to impersonate as the
Doctor promptin' the surgery (Ayy)
Knuckle up to maturity
Toughen up to authority (yeah)
I don't want to kill all of 'em
Just the fucking majority (yeah)
Run amok on the orderly
Motherfuckers ignoring me (What?)
I might even be wearing a button up
Do it formally (Bla)
Formerly known as: "Kiddie with no class"
(Ha, huh) "Kiddie with no bitches"
"Kiddie with no cash" (Nope)
Kiddie was so sad, give him a Prozac (Huh)
But he never took it
Now he act how the pros act (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Now he's a known act, giving out toe tags
(Fuck, fuck)
Fuck a co-sign, I'm too cold for the collab
(Brr)
Who will oppose that? I need to know that
(What? Huh?) 'Cause what’s a bullet if you
Got nowhere to blow at? (Brr- bla)
Y'all softer than a cookie dough
If it means war
I'll be following the bullet holes (yeah)
Fuck you mean I shouldn't go?
You know what they say, right?
Better safe than sorry, better
Sorry than a pussy, though
(Pussy)
Huh, all of y'all softer than a tootsie roll
If that cost a pretty penny
My shit gon' be beautiful (Bling)
I'ma do it all alone but
If I hit the jackpot?
I'ma thank God, like "Halle-fuckin'-lujah
Ho!" yeah, halle-fuckin'-lujah, ho! (What)
I just hit the jackpot, halle-fuckin'-lujah
Ho i was always yellin' and suckin' on
A titty as a two-year-old
Ain't shit changed, that's beautiful
Halle-fuckin'-lujah, ho how the
Fuck you doin', ho?
Oh, I'm doin' good
I'm just plotting out your funeral (yeah)
I said, "I'ma kill 'em in the studio" (Oh)
And they said, "Over my dead
Body", I said, "Boy, that's doable!"
(Boy! Hold up)
Uh, y'all sweeter than a sweet potato
I know they depressed like every
Time I see a hater
Fighting with yourself, well
I can be the mediator (Oh)
Shut your fuckin' mouth and maybe
Try to feed it later
Maybe try to get inspired 'stead
Of all the jealous anger (Uh, huh)
Maybe try to save a little 'stead
Of spending all your paper (Uh, huh)
Maybe try to buy a crib 'stead
Of livin' in a trailer
Maybe try to pull a chick 'stead
Of tryna pull a favor (Oh)
Uh, y'all softer than a Chia Pet
Pussy like a Cheetah Girl
I hope you don't PMS (Oh)
I hope it won't be a mess
I know that you see I'm next
I know that you dream about me
Wonder if you pee your bed (Psss)
Wonder when I'm gonna put my feet
Up on your seat and desk
Wanna kick me out? Nah
That ain't the way to treat a guest (Nah)
I am not an old head, I am not a new head
I am just a code red, code red