Notebook
A.S. ØNE
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Ayo Lil’ bitch I'm a Gentleman and scholar, motherfucking baller 3.7 GPA to make my momma hollar Could go be a doctor 'Stead I'm finna flex, uh Bitch I'm gone live big enough to be a biopic I ain't got a set, 'less you count my niggas Ain't fingers on the trigger, but I turn into a killer When I hop onto these beats Get these niggas on they feet They in awe, then I pause for the round of applause like Pau-Pause for the round of applause Everybody pause for the round of applause like Pau-Pause for the round of applause Get your paws up for the round of applause Composition notebook It ain’t just the place a nigga wrote hooks I looked at that shit and saw what slavery took, that’s prestige What I saw would f*ck ‘round and knock you to your knees, uh Pulp Fiction on some real shit Look inside the case, that’s some shit you ain’t built with I’m on that real shit, make me a Bill shit And I’d be damned if I’m on run of the mill shit, aye, aye Composition from the school It ain’t just the place a nigga drew his shoes I looked at that shit and saw I couldn’t loose I looked at that shit, saw what they couldn’t do I’m gone draw some shit that you can’t ever see I compose a world that you can’t even perceive You can see the greatness that’s inside of me Man this shit like a motivational speech Paint my picture on the wall niggas are in awe And It’s hella stunning, just the type of shit I saw Take a trip into my mind, hella riddim, hella grime Ahead of my time, got this shit here so divine You-Young boy in the MOCA They ain't never seen no shit like This'll get em choked up No fucks Shit we see these days'll get us woked up But I'm still dreaming like I'm in a fucking coma, coma, yeah Composition notebook It ain’t just the place a nigga wrote hooks I looked at that shit and saw what slavery took, that’s prestige What I saw would f*ck ‘round and knock you to your knees, uh Pulp Fiction on some real shit Look inside the case, that’s some shit you ain’t built with I’m on that real shit, make me a Bill shit And I’d be damned if I’m on run of the mill shit, aye, aye Pau-Pause for the round of applause Everybody pause for the round of applause like Pau-Pause for the round of applause Get your paws up for the round of applause Composition notebook It ain’t just the place a nigga wrote hooks I looked at that shit and saw what slavery took, that’s prestige What I saw would f*ck ‘round and knock you to your knees, uh Pulp Fiction on some real shit Look inside the case, that’s some shit you ain’t built with I’m on that real shit, make me a Bill shit And I’d be damned if I’m on run of the mill shit, aye, aye
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