Token – Eminem’s Soldier (Lyrics & Video)

Eminem’s Soldier – Token Lyrics

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I'm not good, man

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I always thought it's crazy Eminem grew up in Salem's Lot

I'm from Salem, but on Broughton Road is where I made my guap

Jewish star around my neck to spotlight all the hate you got

Kayla got so many guns, my bitches shoot like Caitlin Clark

I was nervous the first time that me and Joyner rendezvoused

Never thought that Ye was racist 'cause I wrote on Donda 2

Pusha T and Game were there, but I was scared to talk to dudes

Marilyn Manson told me they were listenin' to my song on loop

All that shit just taught me not to listen to the current chattеr

'Cause my album flopped, but it's still brought me to my favoritе rapper

I'm still mad at French Montana just for how he made me feel

I fucked two A&R's, got label head without a label deal

I was two years old when Paul Wall came out with crazy grills

I wish more white rappers studied him instead of Shady's skills

Nothin' worse than watchin' lesser versions of a G.O.A.T

Tryna get a G.O.A.Ts attention with like every song they post

Get reminded of my father every single time I flow

'Cause all my strokes of genius just remind me of his strokes

How many heart attacks did that man have? Fuck, I still don't know

It's probably more than times I saw him from like seventeen years old

When I was seventeen, I started tourin' started gettin' busy

So focused on work that dad became too scared to hit me

If we stayed in touch, I probably would've made sure that he got more healthy

If I never rapped, he probably wouldn't be in the cemetery

Just some guilt that I carry

Berry flavored vodka 'til my body's what my homies carry

Berries black me out, and that remind me of his BlackBerry

Found some naked women on my father's phone and played it

That was really the first moment that I felt we were related

Ten years later, my girl found some sex tapes that she ain't in

I told her "Hopsin said to film that shit" and she just cried on me

'Cause the more famous I get bitches will try and lie on me

And I might wanna have proof

You'll never hear a creepy story about me that is true

Ask about me, I ain't never doin' no fuck shit, if I do

I'll probably make a song about it before any rumors move

I'll probably make a song about the kid I gave stitches to at the bell

I'll probably make a song about who molested my dad at twelve

Matter of fact, it was nineteen-seventy-one inside of Tower School

And he never got fired so be careful inside of Tower School

Look like Ludacris when I act a fool

Ménage à trois, got bitches switchin' head just like a power tool

I wanna see that rappers body leak and make his organs drool

I love Canada, I know they're pissed they gotta claim you

I love Massachusetts, I'm so pissed we gotta claim you

I heard the shit you said about me, jealousy's a strange fruit

Growin' deep inside of every rapper that surpassed me

Then they got complacent, I out lapped them like an athlete

Rep never too different 'cause I always been the black sheep

I'm not the same color of my brothers, but we family

Grew up with some white people who never said no racist shit

But when I introduced them to my friends, their voices change a bit

I start to get the feelin' they get too much of a kick out of it

Like they think it’s so cool to be around a different heritage

I couldn't find the words to tell these kids I know they don't intend

But I get a feelin' they're fetishizin' my closest friends

But I still got love for Marblehead

I just can't relate to kids to grew up with a boat and shit

Used to get so jealous that they had a father home with them

My insecurities turned into hatred for the most of them

But that was my bad

Still I got their home address

And egged their houses when I could and broke in to a few of them

I've never been no bully though, I really just was so depressed

But that is no excuse to be a hater, got my own regrets

I regret the way I intervened

Regret the way I hit the scene

Regret the way I did Jeanine

No matter how many times she's told me that she has forgiven me

Regret the way I left the pistol in my mommas whip for weeks

That woman still deserve the world, I hope I'm here to still be able

Rest in peace Oliver Tree, I never got to tell him thank you

I believe that you don't gotta die to be somebody's angel

No matter what happens, I know I'm blessed and I'm stayin' grateful

I just hope I ain't leavin'-