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(Hey) Yeah keep niggas posted I'm a walking token Imma do damage, keep 'em coping That Nigga talking to much, get your racks up Been in the gym, Johnny bravo go flex up Niggas on their toes, they won't know what's next up Imma mize her even though, I should text her No looking back I'm just like an alpaca Took that nigga spot and I told 'em pack up I shoot my shot I don't miss like I'm Beckham Pillow talking told that nigga to back up May be the same but I'm not an actor Step out the crib make sure I'm look dapper Off the grid you can't find me with a tracker One thing 'bout me I'm no regular rapper Give me the mic, tell you bout my story Strike down thе game I feel like I'm Traore Walking with God I get covеred in his glory In Gods blood I went got reborn Earth tone hoe I got the baddest of 'em all These niggas cannot compete with me at all DND but pick up when money call I ain't finna quit need a show in Nepal She jump with the masses One man team balling so hard I don't need passes He was the youngest that's running the game I put him in a casket Told my big brother that we number one they won't outlast us Re spanela zaka Shoutout my mama and papa They really created a problem I'm always the topic Number one no you can't top it Karate kick I went go head and chop it Best you can do is just sit back and pop it Keeping 'em talking I sit back and lock in Dunk on the whole game feeling like Jokic I got an eye on you just like an optic Yeah keep niggas posted I'm a walking token Imma do damage, keep 'em coping That Nigga talking to much, get your racks up Been in the gym, Johnny bravo go flex up Niggas on their toes, they won't know what's next up Imma mize her even though, I should text her No looking back I'm just like an alpaca Took that nigga spot and I told 'em pack up I shoot my shot I don't miss like I'm Beckham Pillow talking told that nigga to back up May be the same but I'm not an actor Step out the crib make sure I'm look dapper Off the grid you can't find me with a tracker One thing 'bout me I'm no regular rapper Keep niggas posted We at the corner store posted Money like this you never post it SARS got the line tapped God told me i ain't fearing no man Told mama i could be my own man She won't believe it till i say i got it Kept this shit real like Free Yak gotti When i dropped the Tape back in April i only got started I went hit the club for a lil celebration Toast up to more money and some more power Section next door looking very much sour Oh well to bad for these lame niggas Fact remain that you gon die a lame nigga Wish you us cause we switch different lanes nigga When i'm sad i go drop in laurent bitch Why you act hard? You a soft kid Don't be like that you a good kid Heard your parents give you no money Well you can come get it from me kid Try tell me i grew up a rich kid I was five stepping out in the latest kicks That's a fact i can't change what it is But i still got ties on the street shit Wasn't that type that was born in that life But i still got some stripes ask the block RDK shit bitch we rule the world, Chanelly Chanelly all over my top Truth be told dawg i don't even need the rap But i can't let the kids go believe in the them I thank god that my big brother made the bail He came back home to count up 100K The 100 still sitting on M and M's Now why would i listen to Eminem I listen to music bout making money You should try it that shit really motivating Me and my dawg at the corner store We was just talking bout making more I told him slatt that's a bet bro All you gotta do is just stay on post Yea keep niggas posted I'm a walking token Imma do damage keep on coping Ya'll niggas talking too much get your racks up Ion say nun all i do is just flex up Don't need your vest cause we shoot from the neck-up And this bitch look pretty good with no makeup I talked to God and he told me i'm next up Two cell phones but i'm still not a texter All different rings but i'm still not a wrestler Elon Musk way my bank account charged up Balling too hard someone go call the referee Young MA in these streets like it's Sesame And if you testing me I'll have your mama start typing out Rest In Peace Stealing my swag but you can't get the recipe You don't got loyalty, Fact gon remain that you prolly just dead to me Slatt Slatt Slatt That's why we keep niggas posted I'm a walking token Imma do damage keep on coping