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[Intro]
Yeah, you know I don’t never know what to say right here
[?] took it to town

[Chorus]
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I getcho nigga HARD
This blunt is hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I got yo nigga HARD
This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD

[Verse 1]
Smoke bamboo, big lit
Thick white bitch, Iggy
You know my weed sticky
What’s the secret Vicky?
We be turnt like Timmy
Then we roll out like Jimmy
My show sold out in your city
You can’t keep up wit me
Sit on his face ‘til his nose guard
To put me down you need both arms
These bitches mad cause I go hard
Ready, set, I got on Goyard
Chains on my belt, I’m a rockstar
Don’t need ID, I use facecard
These niggas dig me like a graveyard
I work hard so I get to play hard

[Chorus]
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I getcho nigga HARD
This blunt is hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I got yo nigga HARD
This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD

[Verse 2]
What I got on it ain’t come from the store
They see me soon as I walk through the door
I’m up on the roof, I was just on the floor
How the fuck did I get rich when I was just poor?
All of these blessings, I’m thankin’ the lord
I’m never stoppin’ I gotta keep goin’
I don’t use the brakes when I’m drivin’ a foreign
I only go faster, I never go slower
Ballin’ so hard like, “what’s the score?”
If she want beef, I need a fork
I know it hurt them to the core
Your nigga a lame, a bitch, a dork
Bitch I come from nothin’, every day I’m stuntin’
I know you ain’t got this, bought it out the country
Money don’t mean nothin’, get it like it’s double
If we get into it, you know you in trouble

[Chorus]
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I getcho nigga HARD
This blunt is hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD
Bitch, I be goin’ HARD
I got yo nigga HARD
This blunt I’m hittin’ HARD
And what I’m whippin’, HARD

[Verse 1]
In the Land of Ooo is a Candy Kingdom
Whose sidewalks you can eat
And everyone who lives in there
Is made of something sweet

[Verse 2]
There are many candy people
Far too many for to name
But if you care to take a dare
We’ll try it just the same

[Verse 3]
Mr. Cupcake and Starchie
Are strong as they can be
Pineapple Guy and Peppermint Butler
Have musicality

[Verse 4]
About that Peppermint Butler
A peculiar type of guy
And once a drop of spicy serum
Fell into his eye

[Verse 5]
Cinnamon Bun is a lot of fun
When he’s not falling down
Chocoberry and Chet
Have icing on their crowns

[Verse 6]
Doctors Ice Cream and Donut
Will fix you up real well
There’s even a Nurse Poundcake
To keep you feelin’ swell

[Verse 7]
Dr. Dextrose showed up once
At the Science Barbecue
Made a speech then grumbled something
And off again he flew

[Verse 8]
Earl of Lemongrab can be a crab
He rides a Sour Horse
There’s Taffy Girl and Candy Bar Guy
And Manfried, of course

[Verse 9]
Colonel Candy Corn and Candy Cane Guy
Are not the best seat mates
Lollipop Girl and Ice Cream Guy
Were once seen on a date

[Verse 10]
Marshmallow Kids, Banana Guards
Jelly Horse and Gelatin Man
Gumdrop Lasses and Ice Cream Lady
Royal Tart Toter… (Eat my tarts?)
Royal Tart Toter (Hello?) Green Gumdrop Dude
And a Grape Popsicle Guy…

[Verse 11]
In the Land of Ooo is a Candy Kingdom
Whose song is now complete
Except for one more Candy Person
Who really can’t be beat

[Verse 12]
Her best friend is a Rainicorn
She rides a royal swan
Ruling with a chewy fist
It’s Princess Bubblegum

[Verse 13]
In the Land of Ooo is a Candy Kingdom
In the Land of Ooo is a Candy Kingdom

Sneaking through the back door,fruity MC is getting ambushed
Rammed and sqooushed,slammed and pushed,crammed and mushed
Then I’m movin on down to right to left
So bite the meth or prepare to fight to death
To get jacked, attacked and cracked in two
Smacking through, till your black and blue for actin true
I’m dreaded like a man whose hair is all strands
Proof that I be sniffing on aerosol cans
I’m stoppin,I’m kickin,I’m chokin,I’m stampin em,I’m clompin,stickin,poking and clompin em
Two electric chairs and tighten bolts
Hit em with frightening jolts of lightning bolts
Im zappin,rappers,singers,and dancers
Faster then you can snap your fingers for ransom
Cancer is in the flesh,alive and breathin
Survivin in conniven by thievin

I had a dream where I was getting jacked by biters
It felt like I was being attacked by spiders
Developin a fear of bitterphobia
Im holding a gas can and a lighter over ya
If I detect ya, ima pulverize
Dissect your brain, diggin your skull for lies
And ima torture, with material iller
Than a stark Ravin sereal killer
I’m more dangerous then a loaded chamber is
A major risk to a plagiarist
So beware of the aura, terror for the horrible
Will scare ya tommorow
Is the airbourm assault to the rappers
Hit the resource to better my skill
I head for the border
And run the galloping hills
The choice is yours
Cause now buddies noises forced me to
Scream till my voice is hoarse
Cause I’m sick of these jabber jaws And crap that grabs what’s yours and savage your bites like Labradors
In the range of my double-barrel and your life is in trouble,danger,and peril

{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