RRN Songtext
von Token

Rough neck with the blunt breath
I just took a blood test
And they said I got no love left
Left red like a drunk text
Hide the bottle in a night gown
Like the Crown
Just wanna cross dress
Grew up in a Godless complex
But we progressed to a God complex
Jumping on the street like it′s hopscotch
Fresh off scotch on my breath
Criss-crossed Cig box in my breast pocket
God bless
Big long steps at the crib across Catch
Cuz the kid's all set
God bless
Tip top tech cause I′m rich off web I'm the Internet's best
God bless
Pocket might bloat ′cause the money got folds
Like Rick Ross neck
Pocket might bloat ′cause the
Pocket might bloat 'cause the


Rick Ross rat race
Wrist on frappé
Ice like I′m trying to make a black blue bruise break
Ice like nice watch
Ice like Icy-Hot
Hot, but she only bust it open for the ice, that's an ice box
Box with a pine box
Like it′s Kill Bill
Pop pills, pull a mind rot
Brain rot
Heavy artillery to my brain top
With so many damn hair triggers that a drain clog
I'm in no man′s land, but I still play ball
I can make a grand stand kinda like baseball
Black pants, black shirt, looking like an eight ball
If I go to war, treat the bullets like they paintballs
I be at the top of the tank in a tank top
T put his tongue on a 20k tab
Good job made a rim job out a bank job
Good job made a rim job out a bank job
Face off like it's bath salts eat a face off
Blue box, pulling out a Bernie like Madoff
Blue box, pulling out a Bernie like Sanders
Sick brain, hope it ain't cancer
Show the great manners
Protégé I motivate then roll away like campers
Where the fuck is Token? Answer
He be getting head from your deer like antlers

Rough neck with the blunt breath
I just took a blood test
And they said I got no love left
Left red like a drunk text
Hide the bottle in a night gown
Like the Crown
Just wanna cross dress
Grew up in a Godless complex
But we progressed to a God complex
Jumping on the street like it′s hopscotch
Fresh off scotch on my breath
Criss-crossed
Cig box in my breast pocket
God bless
Big long steps at the crib across Catch
Cuz the kid′s all set
God bless
Tip top tech cause I'm rich off web I′m the Internet's best
God bless
Pocket might bloat ′cause the money got folds
Like Rick Ross neck
Pocket might bloat 'cause the
Pocket might bloat ′cause the

B-A-B-Y
B-O-N-E
La-di-di-da
Singing my life away
Used to siphon gas, lurking through garbage cans
Feel like a possum
Neighborhood robin, nobody around me starving
I eat, we eat, BBL, pink toes
Put it all on me, baby, know what I want
Everything Amazon, I don't go to the mall
Never leave my crib, only wash my balls
When your bitch come through
I get respect 'cause I paid my dues
I′m breaking my neck if I′m aiming at you
45s, MAC-11s, and a AR-2
Faggot-ass fuckboy looking at me cuz
None of these hoes are looking at you
Yuh
Break out my coffin, I'm feeling like Uma
Who would have thought I would get all this mula
Stacking my bread, I′m feeling like Gucci
007 in an all-white hoopty
Baby bone and token
Two silhouettes coming out the smoke and chain smoking
I'm a Florida boy, no West Coasting
I′m a Florida boy till I'm croaking

Rough neck with the blunt breath
I just took a blood test
And they said I got no love left
Left red like a drunk text
Hide the bottle in a night gown
Like the Crown
Just wanna cross dress
Grew up in a Godless complex
But we progressed to a God complex
Jumping on the street like it′s hopscotch
Fresh off scotch on my breath
Criss-crossed
Cig box in my breast pocket
God bless
Big long steps at the crib across Catch
Cuz the kid's all set
God bless
Tip top tech cause I'm rich off web I′m the Internet′s best
God bless
Pocket might bloat 'cause the money got folds
Like Rick Ross neck
Pocket might bloat ′cause the
Pocket might bloat 'cause the