Pen to Paper (feat. Laqbesi)

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