ARYAN S - TOKYO FREESTYLE
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Okay, run this back, I don’t lack, gotta sit back relax, told treb let’s roll up
TK hit my cell up, he said he want a verse, okay man, i told him hol' up
Don’t mix that shit with soda
That boy a fucking soldier
And yea the moment that beholds you
I’ll touch your soul, and then I fold you
My scriptures, precious stones like opal
This year got big plans, I’m a mogul
Vibing, vibing, vibing smoking pot in the recording booth
The way I talk my shit when I’m high, its like I’m bulletproof
Tokyo
Tokyo *flicks lighter*
Oh so you wanna know my name huh
Don’t you fuck w me, don’t treat this like a game nah
I know those eyes, they’re getting easy to tame now
Look at me, i bet the feeling ain't the same huh
Every time that I rhyme, I define
What it takes to be great, well it has to be mine
The verses, hook, cadence and style
Connect all the dots, and you’ll get a punchline
Look at me, I’ll give you signs man
How I’ll claim it all, just in time man
What good are those when you a blind man
My pen got the heat, its a firepen
I do it all, Scorsese
I want all the praise, I know that I’m petty
Selfish with credit, don’t know where I get it
I don’t borrow bars, but somehow, I set it
Double entendre, lil bitch did you get it
That’s just punchline, that I had to spare
Came up with it in a second, that’s a flex
Looky looky boy, this a yung god here
Looky looky this not “just another song” here *flicks lighter*
"Yo yo yo, Treb we fucked this up, HAHAHA"
TK hit my cell up, he said he want a verse, okay man, i told him hol' up
Don’t mix that shit with soda
That boy a fucking soldier
And yea the moment that beholds you
I’ll touch your soul, and then I fold you
My scriptures, precious stones like opal
This year got big plans, I’m a mogul
Vibing, vibing, vibing smoking pot in the recording booth
The way I talk my shit when I’m high, its like I’m bulletproof
Tokyo
Tokyo *flicks lighter*
Oh so you wanna know my name huh
Don’t you fuck w me, don’t treat this like a game nah
I know those eyes, they’re getting easy to tame now
Look at me, i bet the feeling ain't the same huh
Every time that I rhyme, I define
What it takes to be great, well it has to be mine
The verses, hook, cadence and style
Connect all the dots, and you’ll get a punchline
Look at me, I’ll give you signs man
How I’ll claim it all, just in time man
What good are those when you a blind man
My pen got the heat, its a firepen
I do it all, Scorsese
I want all the praise, I know that I’m petty
Selfish with credit, don’t know where I get it
I don’t borrow bars, but somehow, I set it
Double entendre, lil bitch did you get it
That’s just punchline, that I had to spare
Came up with it in a second, that’s a flex
Looky looky boy, this a yung god here
Looky looky this not “just another song” here *flicks lighter*
"Yo yo yo, Treb we fucked this up, HAHAHA"
