Nail In The Coffin (Freestyle) Lyrics – Token

Meeting a rapper who’s known to force some s*it
Is so unfortunate
Like when you hear their words and you assume their flow’s recording with
A truthful pallet
But their actions just don’t hold a torch to it
It made me wonder who’s the liar that I’m close in orbit with?
Hopsin took me all around the world, they joke and laugh at him
And whether that’s my man or if he’s not, I know he’s passionate
I know his words are true to him in practicing
And I’m still grateful after it
‘Cause he was the first glimpse of success I traveled with
He set the bar

Token LLC on my credit card
And that’s the only time you see Token next to an L in large
But I took so many smalls L’s I could march through a dark room
And find the part you could spark through
S*it I’m so up right now that I could go make ‘hawk tuah part 2’
And hit the charts like my art do
So many Stans next to a token
That South Park ain’t a cartoon
That pu*sy said he’ll slide on me
Last week how far fu*king are you?
I put two wings next to a slider like we
Starved eating bar food
If you’re sharpshooter sharp shoot
Shut the shade I’m a s*it show
I had a show at the shelter you were in a shack when the strip closed
Sharp machine, I’m a shiv, bro
Shake s*it, shoes shatter shinbones
Stomp on ’em, follow strict codes
Michelin chef, from a shake shack to a shrimp boat
Shish kebab with the stick bro
Shove sheep ahead
Make the sheep shed, for the mink coat
B!tch all I gotta do is press go
And ever since the big man had a stroke
I been spreading arms like a breast stroke

I turn around and everyone around me’s strapped
Something bout my energy make people want protection back
And that’s what gets me paranoid ’cause I can feel the sweat from daps
It’s hard to tell if they just nervous round me or if envy’s back
I found it easier to know who’s real when my success was at
A lower point, I’m grateful that it’s not, but now my stress is back
These smiles in my face and fu*k they all just look the same
But that’s the same trustworthy smile that my older homie gave
Eleventh grade
Before he robbed my face when momma went away
S*it that’s same trustworthy smile that my father’s girlfriend popped
Before she hounded me for money saying
“That’s what dad would want”
And used his death to just closer to me though we barely met
S*it that’s the same trustworthy smile that my girl gave me and stressed
How much she loved me, hung the phone up, walked upstairs and fu*ked her ex
I took her back I used to feel less like a man back then
I think we’ve all been cheating on, some just don’t know it yet
These rap critics knew me at seventeen
So they still see me as a kid, therefore, they’re always judging me
And telling how to be better, what to say and how it’s said
At one point can I admit that I know way fu*king more than them?
I spent half my life tryna forget my dad exist
And then he dies and all I see is comments telling me don’t talk about that s*it
Get over it, stop putting him in your rhymes
But you would do the same if that’s the only time
You allow him to cross your mind
‘Cause when I’m done rapping it don’t happen
I won’t have it
My DMs filled with old addicts
Who fear for me, they see signs and they pray that I get help needed
I wrote this while back at the doctors room
I’ll talk about it when I want to
I’m back at the doctors room, I’ll talk about it when I want to
Why’s his skin changing? Why’s he keep rubbing his nostrils?
Why’s he losing weight? Why are them bags under his eyes blue?
And to this day no one’s really heard the honest truth
And the truth is funny to me when I look at it
‘Cause the music is the only place I put that s*it
And I’m so used to sharing my whole life for real
I can’t lie, sometimes I wonder if its mine stuff
Luckily I’m made for this, this year will tell you it
And even though I’m young b!tch as a writer, I’m two decades in
And I been telling truth since the beginning, you can Google it
So if you really got something to tell me, don’t tell me s*it