Gucci Gang Tim Westwood Crib Session Freestyle

Yeah
Westwood this one of them things I've been waiting for my whole entire career
Built a fanbase in the basement base it off watching my favourites come here
That boy blow minds just to justify they're going to try and compare
This what it looks like for a little kid who's been waiting half his life to get the fuck up here
Here we go
The art of changing a flow
I carve a name in the stone
It's hard to say I'm a pro
It's arbitrary the most
Not far away from it though
I'm already taking control
Uh
So you know
I'm Marvin Gaye with the soul
I'm Chardonnay with the flow
I'm Charlemagne with the jokes
I'm Martin Kay with the quotes
I'm marmalade with the toast
Each part a takin a molt
Then I'm working it, working it
You fought with it, I'm first with it
Used to call me boy when they boycott it
Now they call me sir 'cause they're searching it
I die for this
I'm birthing this
About to make headlines like my hair got a perm in it
I'll be permanent, per minute
Just won a highschool superlative, "Most likely to be famous."
Not because I co-sign
Not because I made it
But because since ten I've been working like I ain't shit
I remember writing every single day, and-
I remember my friends wouldn't even play it, and-
Then I said fuck 'em
And I did Sway, and-
Now I'm on Westwood
You might wanna save this
Mama do you see all of this?
Merch lines be longer than my thesis statements, I don't need scholarships
Foreign girls I can only speak with in body language, I can read all of it
I tell her, "girl, honey, you cannot mean the world to me when I just seen all of it"
We oughta just yell
Got a couple new numbers in my phone I probably should delete got a bunch of rappers texting me, "look at me, look at me lookin"
Now that you're looking a little stale
Looking over the industry: he copying her, is she copying him? Everyone copy everyone and prevail
Difference is you try to copy this you fail
Can't do it, fans knew it, brand new enhanced music, damn dude this plan's moving
And ruined brands using glam to expand music, man you been scammed through it
Damn you can dance to it, damn move your dance shoes and dance to this damn music
As I can prove it, chances you can't do it, man I command you to stand to this
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang Yeah
New shirt, new pant, new chain, yeah
She wonder why I don't hit her up yeah
Baby girl I am not who to blame, yeah
She just doesn't wanna meet Token
She wants to meet my real name
Told her I was Ben, said 'Thank You'
Then I told her Ben would hate you, yeah
What does success look like in the beginning, huh?
To you, to you it look like some pictures, couple filters, huh?
To me it look like some voicemails claiming sincere but don't give a fuck
Sticking their foot out just to trip me just to offer me their hand to pick me up
But it's cool!
Mama need a crib and now she need a castle
Write it, rap it, record it, film it, edit, performance, it ain't really a hassle
Trust me I can afford it, it ain't really important, it ain't really a battle
Massachusetts said 'You're up!' now I'm in Europe, that was a foreshadow
Ay
Why you talking like a pussy, does a cat got your tongue?
Look at my manager put the cash in the truck
I call it a sprinter van 'cause that's how it runs
Yeah, yeah, that's what it does
Blah blah I don't listen to half of you fucks
Na na ni ni na now they mad that I won
Good posture, but I'm back with a hunch that
I'mma kill everything
Full clip, let it spit at the brain
I don't wanna collaborate
You steal my shit then act the same
Just cause you went on Google Chrome
Looked up what is my government name
Don't mean you are less of a stranger
In fact it makes you a little more strange
I don't fuck with 'I miss you' texts only when my face is in the paper
I don't fuck with them people who do me favours just to say 'I did you favours!'
I don't fuck with my old friends, who assumed that I changed easily
People who refuse to be happy, if it involved being happy for me
I see past it
I see passion enough
I'm not here cause of talent and such
I'm here 'cause of passion
I'd rather be having five loyal fans than a thousand casual ones
Fuckin the fads
I’ve been bustin' my ass
Put my ass in the bus, just to get a ride to the surface of Boston muthafuckas lookin at me like ‘who brought him?’
Yeah remember me?
For a second I questioned my destiny
And then I toured the world with the same person I spit for when I was just thirteen
I was just a fan at the venue, with only one muthafuckin chance
This what it look like not being afraid to be your own number one fan
All good to feel unaware
Couple years I’ll be all up there
No shortcuts walking up the stairs
Stairwell but a stare well
Cause if you look at me with no love to share, I’ll kill your buzz with a drum and snare
And I’ll have em yellin good god, like he just answered their fuckin prayers (Oh man)
I bet that everyone’s wondering when I am gonna stop
Imma stop when it is clear that i’m nothin like other guys
I don’t get butterflies
I don’t do lullaby’s
I do not sleep a lot
I do not breathe a lot
I do not need a lot I just need a couple lots but
When i’m in London, I need a little bit
I need three kisses with Queen Elizabeth, couple crumpets, and a cup of tea with cinnamon
I wanna play patty cake with them guards that, aren’t allowed to move
And Big Ben every night at ten say Tokens time bitch, FUCK YOU
It’s funny, cause know what they say that I’m cocky from all the exposure, but I was talking way more shit back when I was fourteen
When no ones was nosy
And no love, I proceed to grow up
My folks be like ‘oh fuck’
They know me in Europe
Don’t see a soldier
And don’t feeds with those off of codeine and soda now OD'd or coma'd
Oh please you old fucks can’t troll me, I won’t budge
I don’t lean on shouldas, got both feet on sofas
You owe me like no duh
You don’t meet the quota
I don’t sleep, I’m so up
I don’t feed, for no bucks
I don’t eat cause know what, the pro-teen has showed up (ay)
That’s me yeah that’s me
Girl wonder what I’m doin but, she know not to ask me
Told dog I’m a rapper and, he look right passed me
Then he saw me on stage, he said ‘no son you’re an athlete’
See I’m born with this shit
Homie I’m born with this shit
I give em my all every night
Until i forget the morning exist
Tim I might fuck up too, it’s still so new to me
All I know is I let the sweat pour because I refuse to be
A hundred bars ain’t for Tim
A hundred bars for his audience
Spent so much time tryin to look up to someone then came to realization, I could be him
I watched all the legends stand right here, I’m still just like you
But I’m just like them
Shit I’m just kinda new
Give me time to do
It’s Token