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bags
I shoot shots and smoke fags
I'm filling up these notepads with dumb shit
Its something to have fun with
I write about the life I wish I had like it

Papa said no fear no man
I'm a nomad
Got no home
Got no land
But a notepad
And a kodak
I'ma throwback
For my homeland
First gotta get yo dough man

Everyday I wake in the morning
I'm just trying to make my money so I speak to my notepad
Getting paid is all I ever wanted so I'm busy with my rhymes

I keep a notepad writing these lyrics and making my flows catch
Making my flows catch, When everyone listens to this they gon know fam
Niggas gon

I'm just a nomad
Chasing what I don't have
Whether times are good or if they go bad
I'll write it in my notepad
Write it down in my notepad, yeah
I

room
Got me writin’ on this
Writin’ on this notepad
Writin’ on this
Writin’ on this notepad

It was all good, didn’t really know why
Now I’m all alone

Teri jaydaad in Notepad
Mera Jhumka huya kaid Notepad
Mera Rubberband in notepad
Mere gire huye baal in notepad
Mere laal hoth in notepad
Tera pehla puff

Your Medicine
Pack your black boots and your backpack
Grab your space suits and your notepad
Get your machete ready and your black strap
This is a trip

shit
Trusted you with my heart then you broke it
Now I’m all alone with my notepad
Don’t think you know me, you don’t know shit
You think you know me you

Young nigga young nigga with a notepad
Young nigga I been throwing all these hits back
It's Been a long time where been at
Ima fucking goat but you

Long treks yeah they not bad not bad
Homies moving with his notepad notepad
I'm going up B so sad so sad
One time for the nomads nomads
Long Treks yeah

back Swim school, ten laps, keep that, had that
Do me, that's all fact, they gon' talk, that's all cap
Fire in my notepad, they tryna find who wrote that

my notepad should be up in the Louvre
Spitting this real I ain't ducking the truth
Do nothing for views
Got nothing to prove

Setbacks you know that I

I made history, you told that
Realest shit I wrote in my notepad
Ain't left 'bout the game, nigga no stats
Cut the cheque, no I don't cut 'em no

Do it all for the profit (Profits)
I'm all about the profits (Profits)
Self made with the margins (Margins)
Peep game with a notepad (Notepad)
I'mma

shoot this nigga
That nigga na margin
I’m finna just cross this nigga
I stick to the program
Flew in with a whole gram
Pull up with your notepad
Take

turn blue 
Everything here in this notepad is all the truth 
Now I'm staring at the mic like I'm staring at you 

I'm looking through the scope but can't

the most
Give me a notepad and bun off the phone
I sit down writing, going off the dome
Leave my alone, i'm getting in my zone
I gotta let them know, I got

I got lost dreams all in my notepad I was workin on my own

I got lost dreams all in my notepad I was workin on my own
I got some keys that say her

And where do we go
And where do we stand
And what about the fun we had
And where do we go
You say you don't know
You're sketchy like a notepad
And where do we

I took a boat made by Yves Saint Laurent 
I just took a hit from a Gucci brand doobie
I wrote just this shit on a Balenciaga notepad
I bought

lessons
You know
I ain't keeping to just one
I ain't stressing
Work hard to play hard
Buy my parents a crib
That's full of sun
Open up my notepad
Unravel my

Just a kid wit a notepad
I rapped it i wrote that
I hate the empty pockets so i swear i won’t go back
I swear i got emotions and its so hard to hold

Do you remember them backpack days
With the Jansport tag
Notepad in the hand
With a cutie on the lap
Goin way way back
Fall in love wasn't nothin but