Token - Hi Tyler, The Creator... lyrics
Token [Benjamin Goldberg]
[Token - Hi Tyler, The Creator... lyrics]
(Pink) yeah, nah, nah this time
This time I got some shit to say
They call me whack soon as I start
Call me weird if it ain’t bars
Call me gay if I put on some
Pink and stop tryna be hard
Say they want the real rap like Big
And Pac put 'em in charge
But I could take that "Rap God" flow
Out my ass and they’d applaud
Without hearing a single word, word
Hop in the whip and swerve, swerve
They wanna hear I’m broke
But I made 20k off of the shirt, shirt
That was just thirty minutes
But rich spittin' is whack of course
They wanna hear them broke bars 'cause
No one’s ever did that before
Please don’t talk about cash no more
Or bending back backs on tour
It make me happy when they act like
I’m bringing back rap of course
But then they mention rappers more
Like, "Man I love you, Mac
Of course, MGK, Em
And where the fuck is Macklemore?"
Man you make my earth quake
They love the corny wordplay
They call me sus 'cause I look up to Lil
Nas X more than Nas and that’s pure hate
My dad thought I was gay for
Years until he saw my girl
Ain't it ironic I’m the one
Who turned her straight?
She might bounce back though, who know?
Younger than me
But she always tryna show me new ropes
I'ma need more than a few though
I’m only three deep, pour me some Spade
I wish I knew Hov plus Ye
I still fuck to 808s like it’s still '08
Popping like Tylenol and shining
Like Tyler nails i’m white and I’m corny
I’m Industry’s Saved by the Bell
My neighbour so far away
She don't see when I check the mail
My homie a magician
He turn a police officer to a little kid
On the weekend at the beach collecting shells
Oh me, I’m doing well my feet a new Chanel
Big suite, a new hotel
I treat the groupie well
Don’t need the wife to tell
I leave the bride unveiled
I please the clientele lemme switch it up
Problem is a lot of
Motherfuckers take themselves
A little bit too serious and bro
It’s not that deep
Make it as a rapper, but you
End up playing a character
It start to feel like it’s a
9 to 5 every week
Put a lot of work in and I beat the odds
So what the fuck I look like being
Here and not enjoying this shit?
So if I wanna say fuck the people who
Afraid to see me grow, I will
I can afford this shit
Lot of people not giving me a chance
I don’t trip
I ain’t even start yet, fuck the catalog
I remember doing a festival with Tyler
When I met him he ain’t know who I was
Bro thank God
Big ass crib, three kids living in it
One pay for it though he’s swimming in it
Album almost done, dawg
I'm bout to hit 'em with it
Never Too Different, bro
Who got a difference with it?
Bitches, bitches
Bitch in the bathroom doing a line
Most the homies they older than me
But look up to me
I got every single one of them
If they ever in a bind
Token 2021 is something heavy on my mind
Tell my bro to get his gun if
I feel envy on my side
Which side? Who know this time?
I do shit big time my moves is incline
Drop you, no costume, it’s just mine
Just me, it’s me, it's T
Backpack rap playing a victim
Probably got a Confederate flag
Back of the pickup
Posting on Facebook conspiracy theory lies
Blaming their loser life on
Any winner they find
Blue lives matter with a tramp wife
Chubby dad
Same motherfucker that be anti-mumble rap
Acting like they wrote the rules
For a black genre still mad about Obama
T
(Pink)
This time I got some shit to say
They call me whack soon as I start
Call me weird if it ain’t bars
Call me gay if I put on some
Pink and stop tryna be hard
Say they want the real rap like Big
And Pac put 'em in charge
But I could take that "Rap God" flow
Out my ass and they’d applaud
Without hearing a single word, word
Hop in the whip and swerve, swerve
They wanna hear I’m broke
But I made 20k off of the shirt, shirt
That was just thirty minutes
But rich spittin' is whack of course
They wanna hear them broke bars 'cause
No one’s ever did that before
Please don’t talk about cash no more
Or bending back backs on tour
It make me happy when they act like
I’m bringing back rap of course
But then they mention rappers more
Like, "Man I love you, Mac
Of course, MGK, Em
And where the fuck is Macklemore?"
Man you make my earth quake
They love the corny wordplay
They call me sus 'cause I look up to Lil
Nas X more than Nas and that’s pure hate
My dad thought I was gay for
Years until he saw my girl
Ain't it ironic I’m the one
Who turned her straight?
She might bounce back though, who know?
Younger than me
But she always tryna show me new ropes
I'ma need more than a few though
I’m only three deep, pour me some Spade
I wish I knew Hov plus Ye
I still fuck to 808s like it’s still '08
Popping like Tylenol and shining
Like Tyler nails i’m white and I’m corny
I’m Industry’s Saved by the Bell
My neighbour so far away
She don't see when I check the mail
My homie a magician
He turn a police officer to a little kid
On the weekend at the beach collecting shells
Oh me, I’m doing well my feet a new Chanel
Big suite, a new hotel
I treat the groupie well
Don’t need the wife to tell
I leave the bride unveiled
I please the clientele lemme switch it up
Problem is a lot of
Motherfuckers take themselves
A little bit too serious and bro
It’s not that deep
Make it as a rapper, but you
End up playing a character
It start to feel like it’s a
9 to 5 every week
Put a lot of work in and I beat the odds
So what the fuck I look like being
Here and not enjoying this shit?
So if I wanna say fuck the people who
Afraid to see me grow, I will
I can afford this shit
Lot of people not giving me a chance
I don’t trip
I ain’t even start yet, fuck the catalog
I remember doing a festival with Tyler
When I met him he ain’t know who I was
Bro thank God
Big ass crib, three kids living in it
One pay for it though he’s swimming in it
Album almost done, dawg
I'm bout to hit 'em with it
Never Too Different, bro
Who got a difference with it?
Bitches, bitches
Bitch in the bathroom doing a line
Most the homies they older than me
But look up to me
I got every single one of them
If they ever in a bind
Token 2021 is something heavy on my mind
Tell my bro to get his gun if
I feel envy on my side
Which side? Who know this time?
I do shit big time my moves is incline
Drop you, no costume, it’s just mine
Just me, it’s me, it's T
Backpack rap playing a victim
Probably got a Confederate flag
Back of the pickup
Posting on Facebook conspiracy theory lies
Blaming their loser life on
Any winner they find
Blue lives matter with a tramp wife
Chubby dad
Same motherfucker that be anti-mumble rap
Acting like they wrote the rules
For a black genre still mad about Obama
T
(Pink)