Pen to Paper (feat. Laqbesi)

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Naes and V47KO

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Uh
Pray my feet don't stop working
The heat don't jam, I know those people are damn lurking
Or fucking rocking burkin bags
Don't overdose, no never that
I'd never shoot
Don't shoot me back
I'll send your shit to voicemail
You tone deaf like Helen's ass
I'm- chill
I know a couple things that they prolly don't want me to
I know they overheard bout everybody I'm talking to
It's something in the water, if you drink it then they got to you
The government was- Stop
Leave it to the poperazi, the media is spreading lies like North Korean propaganda
They say "here's your minimum wage, now go and buy yourself a honda"
Losers never prosper
Victims to the system of lucifer and that anaconda
You'd like to purge your mind of problems, all that negativity is gone and now it's all forgotten
That's counterproductive, you fucking all the things you wanted
But look man we all consumers in the eyes of the market
Trust me man
I studied marketing
Top of my class, they recruit me up at corpo-rate
I told them f*ck that shit
I'm tryna help the people that are struggling with illnesses
But they don't hear that shit
Every single thing is a dollar sign or a payment check
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah man
We Started making music in my fucking closet
Then we moved to shirts in the dorm, for a bank deposit
Soon it be a multi-million dollar deal, bitch i'm droppin outta college
I don't give a f*ck no more, bought a benihana's
When this shit pop off, Imma be so fucking flawless
Money in my fucking pocket, bout to overflow the wallet
Please do not forget the knowledge, that is how we make a profit
I be writing fucking sonnets, bout to go and kill the pilot
Ahh! F*ck, hahaha
I turned one day, to day one
On the 11th of the first month
My first song, my thirst won
Cut to autumn
I had to start flauntin, rappin wasn't enough so I done brought in
The act of production, baffled by this
Ima mothufuckin hiphop capitalist
Back with a fist, back, man I rap for the kids
Tick-tock, time's trippin, tragedy hit
Spit, this dumb shit, off the back of my gift Uh
Dropped myself from the slums by droppin da slumz, coppin the petty huns
Look how far we've come
From spittin in parties
On women and hard beats
They feelin me on these
To be, honest
I thought of quittin but thought of acquitted time, wicked rhymes, im sick of nines
And I'd rather die than work a Nine to five
Now im chillin in valk's villa
Best practice callin me the track killa
On the days we celebrate gettin closer to death
A brother gazed at the stakes he thought brought him the best
Bought him pain, what to gain, yeah a brother was met
With the same fuckin brain that put a coffin in steps
Its the effect of a mothafucka overworkin
He bought a pearl and
An earrin
Before he could afford it
It done bought him
Debt, and nothin else
How to repay a man who dont give a f*ck bout yo chest
I aint talkin breast
I'm talkin all you invest
And if you stalkin his vest
You prolly caught in the jest
See I been fallin in pits
Coughin, im all in this shit
And if i gotta be offed for it, then oh well, i met
Death before, only from the outside
I aint seen his face, im talkin straight from the backside
3 times before, i aint scared to die, bye
I realized that a real cat has no less than 9 lives

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