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Tokens
written by Nathan Conrad and Nick Mitchell

How many games we gonna play 
We taking over with fake voters and snake soda
Who make codes

niggas by my side watch my 10 and 2
Check this out this what I been through
What you know about fighting cases with a shitty lawyer
They tried save me for

on the fuckin' beat
Nick T
You know we had to come with that heat
Music's got me feelin' like
Just let it ride
I don't even know where I'm going but I know that

I popped his nose
How you claim you real, you out here beefin' by some boppin' hoes
When it's time to drill, get in that field, ready, lock and load

But our spirits combined 

No matter what 
With you by my side 
I feel as though 
I can finally fly 
Light a fire with my eyes 
Get there in a nick

the wealth 
The fam gotta eat, get to stacking up the shelf
Ooo Ooo, Swear it down on me, bouta blow on 3 
All about the Bill, no Cosby, so rude like my first

Hanging by the fireside
Gifts wrapped, yep
Boxes stacking up so high
Not a ribbon out of place
Cause we already checked it twice now

That's a wrap
We're

Fragile sons are born and broken on this world
"No caring for you"
Said the Duster to the boy
Through blood and coal
Blood cured by cold
c lesson

….
Like who?
Say you be smoking on who?
Who?
Uh
Like never
Uh
I gotta get to this cheddar 
Still hold it down for whoever 
Do what it takes to get

whats next
Take The hotel shuttle
Down to Inglewood
I wonder what will happen
Here in Pollywood

Never getting sleep.
In the van by 5
Jake's gone drive us

past can hard visit, but I haven't forgot
I put this shit all down picked up a concrete job
Tough work, I needed something I could bleed doing
Getting

the nigga that be bringing down the house
My music took a hit so I could T you people up
Now I'm only making hits and you refuse to eat it up

Y'all want me

to get nicks 
(Facts)
4 N***** on one spliff, i was Broke but i fixed shit 
We was down then we came up Had to move with that hit stick 
Like madden

We hit three in a row Tic Tac Toe
And I'm eating all the green Almighty Joe
Had A sit down wit Mama she said I'm Grown
Ain't no plays on yo phone

arenas
Fleeto is hot some like jalapenos
Smooth like a Jackson, I go by Lil Tito
I just wanna run up bands with my amigos
R2S, no this more like the sequel

niggas trynna make a foul
Rolling loud and I ain’t go to Rolling loud
Turn it up, I ain’t come to turn it down
Good smoke, you can tell by the cloud
Hot

the cut, leave you hanging off a tree like a fall day
Shooters by my side, make 'em all spray
Try to cancel me like a fog day
You don't want smoke, bitch

with me
Forgive me
For all my sins
I know i got
So many
But it's teen night
At the zone
So you know a nigga litty
Remember when me, nick and zo
Would hit

a guitar, I want him to play some more
Before I come back down

Oh, what else is there to do
Its what we want the answer to
Its five-a-side you're either

did all this
You wouldn't believe it
Ayy, and if I up this
You wouldn't've seen it
Gang finna come beat down his
Block, then double back, This shit

people packing
I swear the End was awaited my scale gone reach the masses
Take the beat and I beat it up and then let you have it
Releasing flows like

and agile just like a horse 

Prayed to God for an angel and got sent a demon 
Tryna lock me down but I enjoy this freedom  

Don't lie if your a hoe you gone

squirt
I'm gay when I flirt
Penis on taste buds
Rub a dub dub
Taste so good
On the taint, I like to rub
He pulls up to the house
He yells pull down your

you found me in the nick of time
Cuz I like da dip in da hood
Wood grip in da hood
You ain't messing with a rookie AP in da hood
Ain't by no games
I do