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on now
Whats wrong now
(Yea im bout to hit)
Got niggas lookin hella mad
Wasn't making hella cash
No visitors is at my pad
Unless i land on heli-Pad

numb
You know what I need
I need you and me
Used to have no money, and no license, and no car
But now I got you so now I got it all
Put my pen to the pad

Got that, booty, fit, 9times, she know, she baaad
I'm moving up, like chad
Girl thick, she tri-ni-dad
Shaped like an hour-glass
Shaped liked a lily-pad

You know we ain’t on that!
Running shit like thigh pads
Niggas running shit like thigh pads
Really don’t even need friends
Brodie came with the F&N

op
As they play call of duty
Uh so much time has passed
Graduated now I’m hella faded at my pad
Writing on the pad telling stories like a dad
I might

when my uncle hit the gate
Raid the pad run to the bathroom to flush the dope and flush that yay
Let me take you on a trip so you can picture my life

wrong
Pad and pen is where I belong
Pad and pen and where I stand strong
Kicked her out, baby ain't no feelings
I'll pay for the uber, whats the billing

gedachten ingegoten
Wat bij jou past, hoeft niet bij mij te passen
Ik creëer mijn pad liever met mijn eigen stappen
Middelen als hoop en mooie goede zinnen

of
With the pen clicks
Im relentless
So sick
With my sentence
Im coming with a vengeance
Imma entrance
As a prentis
Put the pad to the pen then, pendant,

reminisce
Time to run it back, got a new one
I just played that pad for a new one
You just dropped a man for a coupon
Now you in my phone talking who's on
I

the eighty
And I'm uppin that bitch like a D-pad
From the C-side like a beach pad
Drinking water, Heineken and wheat grass
I got LGBT on my C pass
Bitch, I'm

Is everybody ready
For the game of the year
I'm on the couch drinking beer 
Hoping friends will appear
I laid out all the snacks
And my pad's looking

like a bitch with her own pad?
Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell yeah!
Yeah I like a lot of bitch no cap!
Hell yeah! Hell yeah! Hell yeah!
Do you like a bitch

hard
We ain't even tryin' we just be some rockstars
Shape it up with paper cuts until your pad's right
If you want to be a rapper gotta act right
Smack

bring that
Pen to the pad that's a lit match
Me against them that's a mismatch
I ain't got time for the chit chat
Rosenthal in front of goal i'll miss

Pen to the pad and they getting tame
All the beats coming out of the brain
Go too hard and they go insane
money drops from numbers I gain
look at me

mad skills
When the pad filled
I open a new page put my thoughts on my notes app
I don’t need a pen or a note pad
Think to quick for my hand i ain’t

A little bit cracked but damn that's magnificent chat
The killer is back
Badder better rappers better scatter when I scratch a heavy rap
Up in pad up in

Imma get you back
I get the paper like loose leafs, put pen to the pad
All these niggas bitches you can go grab them a pad
I do this by myself, don't

That's why I still keep a pistol I Don't need a pad or pencil 
My momma she raised a man did it with no contradictions
Im a put the world inside her hands

Da un profilo accattivante
E se le rose non fioriscono
Un motivo ci sarà
Se i tuoi monologhi
Rimangono in memoria dell'i-pad
E le carezze poi
Piacciono

that
Family and friends had to delete that
The shit that we got we should try to keep that
Now I got you girl got the game on the knee pads
I got the get

the ghetto
You witnessed it from ya folks pad
Scribbled it in ya note pad
Created ya'self
I was sittin on the step
Auntie drifted cause of crack
But she still

Pad across the frigid tile
In your bare feet and run a glass of water
The lit up numbers on the microwave
Say it's still Christmas Eve for twenty