I will fly you out right the fuck now, just give me the word, I am so with it. And say my name again behind my back, I’m back, backing into you.
My future is the sun, son of a bitch what they call me but I ain't no dog, dawg, you the one barking up the wrong tree. I went to the doctor and he warned me I was destined for diabetes—just like my dad, and his dad, and his dad before him. If I put my mind to something, if I can visualize an end goal, then it’s something I can make happen. I look at each day as a schedule, as part of a larger plan.” Token’s hours are now filled with putting the finishing touches on his first full-length project, a forthcoming mixtape: equal parts verbal acrobatics, clever conceptual records, and emotional childhood revelation—the first of which is “Necessary Evil,” courtesy of renowned VA producer Nottz. What’s singular is his drive: “I have a lofty goal; I want to make a living off my passion. At only 17, Token is already many things to many people. Even though I’m young, my childhood already feels like a different life, because I’m looking back and writing on it. I don’t argue no more, homie shut the fuck up, I don’t argue no more. Looking at me like you know what I be thinking, I’ll be looking back at you like what the fuck are you thinking? Rashing meaner than the poison ivy but the boy is gliding like the ballerinas.
I got my hand on my belt, my chick come along, and it’s getting out of hand. Hold up, hold up, wait a little half a fucking second I’m confused. You ain’t a friend of me, you ‘fraid of me, and fronting like you isn’t.