Текст песни Code Red (Token) с переводом

I think I’m a role model to anyone who ask

Teacher think I’m cheating, and she kick me out of class

Daddy think I’m grown up, and I’m really kicking ass

Mommy think I’m baby, and I really need a nap

Grandma think I’m a good boy, and I’m witty when I rap

But she don’t know what the fuck I’m saying

She can’t hear me I’m too fast

And if she found out what I was saying, she would whip me on my ass

And she would probably fall to the ground with a mini heart-attack

Fans think I’m talented and nifty with the craft

Haters think I’m corny, and I’m cringy, and I’m trash

Labels think I’m selfish, and I’m stingy with the cash

I think they don’t like me, they can kiss me on my ass

Sister think I’m preoccupied, she miss me way too bad

But she don’t want to give me a call, 'cause I’m too busy doing raps

Doing tracks, doing shows, doing hoes from the back

Doing this, doing that, doing great, doing bad

Ay! Tell 'em I got the remedy and the potion

I just taught myself how to better breathe in the ocean

I be swimming through with the melody and the flow shift

When I pull up, all of the enemy they go, «Oh shit!»

Everything I do is dark and it tend to lead to commotion

Then I be taking your heart, it’s a felony for emotion

I do it all for the art, but I presently got impulsion

Profit, pussy, power, I definitely am indulging

Definitely took my focus

Definitely is the show biz

Definitely lying to you, is definitely not the motive

Definitely know some rappers who always study my flows

And actin' like they don’t know me

Then definitely went and stole it

Biting my shit little appetite bitch

You would owe me quite a bag if I patented that shit

Rapping ass kid with an ugly demeanor

Like «Fuck my teachers», now I fuck my teachers

I don’t bust my heater

I’m a young mind-reader

I can tell you a bitch, I ain’t a tough guy either (I ain’t a tough guy)

I was just a little boy with a plus-sized feature

I don’t ever get touched, I don’t trust my preacher

Nuts hang low 'till they touch my sneakers

My socks on Ralph and my boxers on Tom

Yeah, they told me that I got it all wrong

Yeah, I can’t hear you, «La, la, la, la»

Need some money for my daddy and a lot for my mom

Got the pressure on my shoulders, but I’m walking all calm

I think all the spotlight, make me wanna cause harm

So it’s always on-sight, that is not a dot com

Not too common commercially

Y’all take longer to worship me

I’ll be all in the murder scene

Call a cop for security

Y’all don’t want to encourage me

I’ma follow the person, who causing all of the murders

Like Holocaust did to Germany

Y’all impostors are irking me

Costume on like you’re working at Comic-con or the circus

But I’m the opposite, heard of me?

I’m the guy to fuck you up, then walk you off to emergency

Just to impersonate as the doctor promptin' the surgery

Knuckle up to maturity

Toughen up to authority

I don’t want to kill all of 'em

Just the fucking majority

Run a muck on the orderly

Motherfuckers ignoring me

I might even be wearing a button up, do it formally

Formerly known as:

«Kiddie with no class», «Kiddie with no bitches»

«Kiddie with no cash»

Kiddie was so sad, give him a Prozac

But he never took it, now he act how the pros act

Now he’s a known act

Giving out toe tags

Fuck a co-sign, I’m too cold for the collab

Who will oppose that?

I need to know that

'Cause what’s a bullet if you got nowhere to blow at?

Bla!

Y’all softer than a cookie dough

If it means war I’ll be following the bullet holes

Fuck you mean I shouldn’t go?

You know what they say right?

Better safe than sorry

Better sorry than a pussy though (Pussy)

Huh, all of y’all softer than a tootsie roll

If that cost a pretty penny, my shit gon' be beautiful

I’ma do it all alone but if I hit the jackpot?

I’ma thank God, like «Halle-fuckin'-lujah ho!»

Yeah, halle-fuckin'-lujah ho!

I just hit the jackpot, halle-fuckin'-lujah ho!

I was always yellin' and suckin' on a titty as a two-year-old

Ain’t shit changed, that’s beautiful

Halle-fuckin'-lujah ho

How the fuck you doin' ho?

Oh I’m doin' good I’m just plotting out your funeral

I said, «I'ma kill 'em in the studio,» and they said, «Over my dead body»

I said, «Boy, that’s doable!» (Boy!)

Uh, y’all sweeter than a sweet potato

I know they depressed like every time I see a hater

Fighting with yourself

Well, I can be the mediator

Shut your fuckin' mouth and maybe try to feed it later

Maybe try to get inspired instead of all the jealous anger

Maybe try to save a little instead of spending all your paper

Maybe try to buy a crib instead of livin' in a trailer

Maybe try to pull a chick instead of tryna pull a favor (Oh!)

Uh, y’all softer than a Chia Pet

Pussy like a Cheetah Girl

I hope you don’t PMS (Oh!)

I hope it won’t be a mess

I know that you see I’m next

I know that you dream about me

Wonder if you pee your bed (Psss)

Wonder when I’m gonna put my feet up on your seat and desk

Wanna kick me out? Nah that ain’t the way to treat a guest

I am not a old head, I am not a new head

I am just a code red, code red