Tokyo Rico - Biwon

Yea woah woah
I dont I dont I dont
I don't got time I don't pump the fake
And I can't run and I can't escape
Bitch I make time eating dinner plates
I'm your best man whippin chef today
No I can't change everything I've done or said since the 1st grade
Has been sticking to me changing up my wordplay
Should've never even spoken in the first place
Home running when I'm batting you at first base
It's as easy as these vv's and my gold chain
Swear to god I'll end up legendary nothing else can ever scare me
Y'all can't even pop hit the floor you gonna drop
Last name sound like I run fast
Never wanted you to know that
I get embarrassed I feel trapped
Still my family know that they won't ever hold back
Hold me like a tote bag
It's always 3am Bitch I'm up late I'm praying for a snow day
But every days a slow day doing things in worst ways
Knowing things I can't say
Come outside I can't play
My girl want me up straight
Eating chicken noodles for lunch
Y'all ain't struggle enough
Taking buses fuck
Fuck in Uber's wassup?
Now it's Biwon
And I'm the only shoulder to lean on
Front porch I'm taking daddy steps uh
I'm the one that's looked at when the daddy's next uh
And she's the one breathing daddy's breathes uh
Press that button I'm on something no discussion
I ain't fucking around I've been holding it down
I've been talk of the town and fuck that crown
I've been going all out
We've been always so loud
I don't got time I don't pump the fake
And I can't run and I can't escape
Bitch I make time eating dinner plates
I'm your best man whippin chef today
No I'm not a usual this time I can be different
Changing up the scripts cause death is always instant
Thinking about my time I think I'll always miss it
Life is just a puzzle I think I'll never get it
I'm on my own
Even if I'm not alone I'm always on my own
Even if I got a lot of friends I'm on my own
Who can trust?
Bitches wanna fuck and oppers want the buck
I think I've had enough
This shit ain't pretty so I think wanna leave out the city
Get really far away y'all can't get me ohh woah oh oh oh oh
I don't got time I don't pump the fake
And I can't run and I can't escape
Bitch I make time eating dinner plates
I'm your best man whippin chef today

Written by:
Rico Lightfoot

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