{INTRO}{TOKEN}

And ive been up and ive been down
But still I go up and I go down
But with a mindstate now
(SHYEA!!
Welcome welcome welcome you are now roaming inside the mind
Of one young man
He goes by the name of Token, & he’s come to express to you, what makes him… him)

{CHORUS}
This is a story of a passion and different goals or excuses to cope but man that’s an opinion
Either way its change that took place at a young age and happened to bring this passion some accurate visions
I’m back with a vivid… Mindstate, this is the mindstate
I got the mindstate, take the time to recognize the state of mind
Eyes on my victories, my mind on my history
Life’s on a different beat so my grinds on infinity
Fall on my misery’s the rise on the symphonies
Finally realize that I got the shit i need…
The mindstate, this is the mindstate, I got the mindstate, take the time to recognize the state of mind

{Verse 1}
Growing up always felt something was missing
Stuck in a prison
Brainwashed before he could think for him self by fucking religion thought he would listen
Yeah like an infant
Family was up in the kitchen, fussing and bitching bout money they missing
So he grew a mentality and a fucking opinion cause he’s witnessed… The mindstate,,
Man he so different than his peers
Cause when he’s in his bedroom mirror
He sees a spitter engineer, nothing to fear
Shit except for fear
If it went appeared but the shit will never steer him off his track
Hes got his rap mindstate
He ain’t getting high his speech will seize the nice day
His life ain’t about fight say, surfing on the crime wave
He writes pages and hides pain
His life changed the right way in his mind frame
But who’s to say cause every day he’s changing
Hate to say it, ain’t social what he’s created
Crazy he don’t crave the late night hanging like they did
So every night he’s working
Fighting for his grind to find the surface
With the lights to make his life so worth it
Now his life has turned in to a story about

{CHORUS}
Passion and different goals or excuses to cope but man that’s an opinion
Either way its change that took place at a young age
And happened to bring this passion some accurate visions
I’m back with a vivid… Mindstate, this is the mindstate, I got the mindstate, take the time to recognize the state of mind

TOKEN

Part 1: Prod. by Mubz and ?

[Verse 1: Ambush]
Izzy and Camden
Show ’em I’m a little bit cockney
You ain’t ever seen a hundred bags, uhh
Boy talk to me propperly
All pissed cah your boyfriend want me, uhh
I can’t lie this shit new
But I couldn’t but I could’ve mad a visit in Onley
Coulda had a trap in Pompey
This plug talk, nigga I’m poppy
We the only niggas doing this indie
Like I beg man look at my pinkie
Can’t even fit on my pinkie
All that bullshit, better just miss me
This G-u, letting off fifty
You can ask Roman, you can ask Whisky
From young I’ve been doing it risky
Wah, you know 12, like 6 b
Uhh, that’s 18 bits g
Wait, lemme do the maths quickly
Quick maths, I’mma be there shortly
Trap smart, what g man taught me?
Think large, what rambz have taught me?
It’s had fast, what Frank done taught me
Big bars what Pros done taught me
What SP taught me
Done it all and they saw me
Now I let my actions do the talk for me
My life of friends, they still call me
Can’t compare, the man corny

[Verse 2: Headie One]
Not gon’ die tryna do it for the viewers or clout
Cah it will be worth the try
But I know I’m a wanted guy
Keep a barrel that spins like the London Eye
I dunno who’s who
I’m tryna keep my eyes open like a yute that’s tight
I got my bally on, they still know it me
And my heads too big, ain’t a good disguise
Dem man der ain’t on dis, lock the park
Me I shoulda a G19 like a automatic car pushed the start
Closer ching or get wooshed from far
Pull up and watch everybody push their darg
Get both love and AM my city
Their really tryna do me [?]
I still slow drive through the opp block like I’m tryna look for a spot to park
Judge really gave Kash eight for smoking throught the [?]
That was a bit too harsh
All we ever do is step, one smoke in the ride, gotta bring two arms
That’s four man in the ride, two dargs
Real t’ugs life like [?]

Part 2: Prod. by Slay Products

[Verse 1: K-Trap]
Really rap what I live
They see the truth, it’s me that’s writing it
Woulda thought that I dropped the spray in there
The way how I put ice in it
Back then I woulda slapped his head
But now I’m too grown, put price on it
Lid off the pot, scrape that rock
There ain’t no rice in it
They think before cah it’s waps galore
And you know that we’re nice with it
And if she’s pretty with swag and keeps it trill
I might be nice with it
Bags of shoes, I’ll put you in a brand new coupé
Now, why am I lying?
Rather spend it on waps, put it on the blocks
To show ’em it’s frying
Cah I’m done with them yutes, their wouldn’t
Me no done with them yutes, their couldn’t
Cah I really get busy, four in a door and a neutral bullet
Two hands born in trizzy
Dem man don’t do the road ting fully
They’re just lying and lying
Gotta stay away from Harrods
Anytime I’m going, just buying and buying
Gotta stay away from hammers
Any fore sell, I’ll buy it, I’ll buy it
All of that talk, they don’t know about violence
Six in the spin, I’ll slide and fry ’em
I ain’t ever done typing

[Verse 2: Blade Brown]
I was juggin’ from the start
I’ll turn a jigga to a art
Think a nigga turned his phone off
I was juggin’ in the dark
Wait, little nigga with a game plane
I turn my tracki into named brand
I tell ’em bitches “I’m a changed man”
Or cock it and shoot him with the same hand
Fuck bitches, get bread first
But when I fuck bitches, get head first
Trap talk for a while now
You never hear me spit a dead verse
You never hear me tell a lie once
Your gonna phone me back if I try once
Couple workers got wrapped up
Had to fall back for nine months
Then it’s strait back jugg mode
Never talk, that’s the hood code
I’m your favourite trapper-trapper
Nuttin’ like a rapper, trust me man the hood knows
Made a killing off a bujj o’s
In the veins where that bujj goes
Bags and boxes, that’s my legacy
If you didn’t, then you should know
Bags and boxes, that’s my legacy
If you didn’t, then you should know

Part 3: Prod. by ?

[Verse 1: Headie One]
Have you ever put all your bread into grub?
I really put my whole life on the phone
How could I be scared to be alone?
It was minus degrees up noth on my own
Have you ever had a blue tick on Insta?
Still copped a nina, now it needs a whistler
I’m still copping smoke, that’s even though I’m more of a drinker
Back where three used to dance to the linger
We just pulled up in the dark and lingered
Really tryna leave man injured
Do another [?], finish like Lingard
Ever been stuck on the wing with the niggas?
Buss case and now your screaming free all the niggas
I was splitting canteen with the niggas
Now I just gotta send p’s to the niggas
Have you ever had nuttin’ but a eight ball each for your dinner?
Spent your whole summer in the T with the kitties
Then catted five in a week from a dinner
Step with the spinners
I ain’t tryna be the one that bleeds in the winter
My old first turned fishy
Now I gotta keep them at distance

[Verse 2: K-Trap]
Two rex’s deep in the t house
And I got Shmurda blending
If they kick this door in, I might have to serve a sentence
So I’m in the bando rushing, tryna get in then out, no stress
We spent all night deleting texts, and asking bro whats left?
Never done loads online cah they know full well we step
How much times did we go and make a mess?
Then laugh off back to the ends
Keep one on the way back
Anyone we see, like burnt from the ride
And free bro cah he done that Deliveroo with a burg on a bike
When we hear they’re there, we’re coming
Bare live drumbings, saw me one and spun it
I know why everyone’s running
Gotta keep it cool, I can fell the maddest of obbo
Left out cah the trap sold out
I might go Harrods tomorow
I don’t even try, just buy it
Throw me a pack and I’ll fly it
And of course the guys still riding
Suprised that bro’s ain’t tired
And [?] dem girls still out ‘ere
Suprise them hoes and [?]
Been talking bricks for ages
I’m supriesed these phones ain’t wired

[Verse 3: Blade Brown]
My lifestyles BxB, that’s braking bricks

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Take a look at my life back then, trap season
When you make it, everybody think it’s easy
My family need me, my squad let me lead them
Get this bitch ass nigga, tryna run up on me
Had the plug with the Maly, the Xans and the counterfeit
When I’m livin the Migo life, it’s hard to live
When I walk with my shooter, it’s hard to give
For real, man, you know we made a mill
Independent, we ain’t sign no deal
You niggas trippin, cause you out buisness
We came in the game, so vavaisous
We in mantions, doing shows
RIP my nigga Pistol Pete, I know he lookin down on us
Now when I walk around, a north nigga gotta keep the Mac

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Na, for real, had to grab the Duce in time
Na, for real, young rich nigga got ripped off, over halftime
On the block, beat it like Alkine
200 for the Alk-line
Standin in the stove with a slab, that’s a cookie slab
Police try to give me life, I had a alabi
Fuck nigga, you lie
Real nigga hit you with the Mac and the 9
For real, we the new Hot Boys
Stack up all that money, gotta be a downpour
We ahead of the lingo, go ahead and pour
Skellitons on the Rolli, lookin bold
I’m a batuler, I live in the mansion, let’s get it
40 for the safe, that’s right, yep

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pintes never seeled, I keep the bricks in the seel for sail
Remember kickin in doors, takin stacks to help my grandma career
Trap on the blocks, with the racks and snow
Young nigga tryna make a dope deal
They askin me questions, like Dr. Phill
Got excited when I saw half a mill
I was plannin just to get a record deal, now we independent, only come for Ms
Came a long way from bustin sticks and steal
There’s a lot of shit I regret I did
Can’t let neggitivity get to me, I’m taking a private jet to Sissilie
So you the Grinch stole Christmas
I got the OG, in that Christmas tree

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 1]
The night beckons while you dream
A life never lives in peace
As you stand upon the edge
Woven by a single thread
And fate may fall down upon you
While the devil is knocking
Right at your door

[Chorus]
So all you restless
Each night you hear the drums of war
Awaken, awaken
The voice begins to call you while you hunger
A taste of destiny you’re searching for
Awaken, awaken
The fight is at your door, take up the cause

[Bridge]
(Ah, ha, oh, ha)
(Awaken, awaken, awaken, awaken) (Hehahahahaha)
(Awaken, awaken, awaken, awaken)
Awaken, awaken, awaken, awaken

[Verse 2]
(Ah, ah)
As you stand upon the edge (Ah, ah)
Hanging in the balance (Ah, ah)
And fate may fall down upon you (Ah, ah)
While the devil is knocking

[Chorus]
So all you restless
Each night you hear the drums of war (Hear the drums of war) (Ah)
Awaken, awaken (Ah)
The voice begins to call you while you hunger (Ah) (While you hunger)
A taste of destiny you’re searching for (Ah, ah)
Awaken, awaken

[Outro]
Awaken, ya (Ya)

[Intro: Missy Elliot]
Sexy! Rah!
We gon’ keep it sexy yall
You dig? Oooh…
Let’s go!

[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
Baby what’s up with you tonight
You wanna get busy I can read your mind
Baby, I can see you looking
Pour some champagne and you might get lucky
Touch on me, touch on me, gimme gimme honey
I don’t want ya, want ya money
I just want you get on me (come on!)
I’ve been checking you from across the room
Money ain’t a thing baby, what it do
Ain’t no need to keep on waiting (yah!)
Tell them other bitches they can keep on hatin’
It’s you that I want and I want what I want
And I get it, get it, get it, get it, get it

[Chorus: Missy Elliot]
It’s all for you
Don’t you turn it down
Til I show you my move
You won’t be disappointed (I like this!)
Hey there shorty let me get that thang
Let’s see how long that thing hang

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Okay Missy, uhhhhm
I know what you’re looking for
Got you butt naked in the condo cooking for
A nigga like Weezy, please say the baby
And just like I’m begging I please all the ladies
Ease off the Richtor Scale, lil ‘girl
Make you feel it in your pussy to your fuckin’ fingernails
I’m a beast with it baby, you ever had it beasted?
Leave that thing pink like Easter
Kiss ya on each of ya lips, yep all four of ’em
Dammn, shawty just won’t let go of ’em
She gon’ need more of ’em, I leave that thing wetter
I beat that thing up and then I kiss it ’till it’s better