Ok, how bout a nigga with a friend, what's the point of making this?
Am I gonna write again? am I gonna swim?
Am I gonna make a remake to another album? I mean, I got ready
Got the pencil, paper what do I need? do I care?
When a nigga think presuming to plead
Got fourteen sharpeners, I mean, I'm writing, so please
A buddy thought I wasn't serious, I got on my knees
And we making again it feeling funny
Out that door what the f*cker taking from me?
Giving all the paper I be writing with
You ain't getting led ain't no bread mas o menos
And a person going funny-maze
Gonna start from the beginning or the end
12 minutes that it taking you niggas don't pretend
Many minutes to finish you bouta give up on them
Gimme gimme the eraser I'ma need pretty soon
When you taking all of the mind, sacapuntas para amarillo
For the better, I'ma change shit, people gon' hear it no more
Watch the tip, you got the backpack?
You sure getting supplies, I got the big map
14 microphones you gonna use yet?
Everybody wait, it's because you gotta new set?
I'm from the back, knowing you can never do it
Nigga with a buddy, nigga with a friend, name it, stupid reasons
I know all of 'em bounce, they born again but never got announced
I think I have a decent amount how much he paying a month
I gotta recount, recalculate
All the stuff I got couple gifts from the mailbox
What's the date of my next drop?
I forgot, but it's pretty soon
So wait in the meantime lemme think for once!
Thinking sharper than a pencil, I don't really gotta settle
Gotta medal going through levels I gotta pedal faster
Yeah, they talking, but I'ma never listen ever
When a nigga talking too much I'ma doze off in a little bit
You wanna be harder wanna be better
Gotta letter from a nigga with a friend that kinda looking like me
I'm loving way too many people that be all on my dick
You got me thinking I'ma nigga that don't ever talk to anybody
Why it gotta be so many?
Got the paper I'll be ready steady with the pen and the markers
And all the colored pencils, writing on the whitest board I'm bored of it
I gotta penny for the individuals I have minimal
No quarters for the criminal so it unwinnable I gotta mate
A side of it, I'm keeping an eye bouta be original
I gotta end it with the motherf*cking highest motherf*cking note
I gotta nigga with a friend, I'm making non' to him
From the first time different all of them were shocked
To another one and I walked in saw within' the four
And the spider hanging from the ceiling, and
The big-ass mat behind the couch
Don't wanna count how many days you've stayed there
Doesn't matter, I just wanna visit
I got not one, not two, not three, but four niggas
I really gotta take care of
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Ok, how bout a nigga with a friend, what's the point of making this?
Am I gonna write again? am I gonna swim?
Am I gonna make a remake to another album? I mean, I got ready
Got the pencil, paper what do I need? do I care?
When a nigga think presuming to plead
Got fourteen sharpeners, I mean, I'm writing, so please
A buddy thought I wasn't serious, I got on my knees
And we making again it feeling funny
Out that door what the f*cker taking from me?
Giving all the paper I be writing with
You ain't getting led ain't no bread mas o menos
And a person going funny-maze
Gonna start from the beginning or the end
12 minutes that it taking you niggas don't pretend
Many minutes to finish you bouta give up on them
Gimme gimme the eraser I'ma need pretty soon
When you taking all of the mind, sacapuntas para amarillo
For the better, I'ma change shit, people gon' hear it no more
Watch the tip, you got the backpack?
You sure getting supplies, I got the big map
14 microphones you gonna use yet?
Everybody wait, it's because you gotta new set?
I'm from the back, knowing you can never do it
Nigga with a buddy, nigga with a friend, name it, stupid reasons
I know all of 'em bounce, they born again but never got announced
I think I have a decent amount how much he paying a month
I gotta recount, recalculate
All the stuff I got couple gifts from the mailbox
What's the date of my next drop?
I forgot, but it's pretty soon
So wait in the meantime lemme think for once!
Thinking sharper than a pencil, I don't really gotta settle
Gotta medal going through levels I gotta pedal faster
Yeah, they talking, but I'ma never listen ever
When a nigga talking too much I'ma doze off in a little bit
You wanna be harder wanna be better
Gotta letter from a nigga with a friend that kinda looking like me
I'm loving way too many people that be all on my dick
You got me thinking I'ma nigga that don't ever talk to anybody
Why it gotta be so many?
Got the paper I'll be ready steady with the pen and the markers
And all the colored pencils, writing on the whitest board I'm bored of it
I gotta penny for the individuals I have minimal
No quarters for the criminal so it unwinnable I gotta mate
A side of it, I'm keeping an eye bouta be original
I gotta end it with the motherf*cking highest motherf*cking note
I gotta nigga with a friend, I'm making non' to him
From the first time different all of them were shocked
To another one and I walked in saw within' the four
And the spider hanging from the ceiling, and
The big-ass mat behind the couch
Don't wanna count how many days you've stayed there
Doesn't matter, I just wanna visit
I got not one, not two, not three, but four niggas
I really gotta take care of
Am I gonna write again? am I gonna swim?
Am I gonna make a remake to another album? I mean, I got ready
Got the pencil, paper what do I need? do I care?
When a nigga think presuming to plead
Got fourteen sharpeners, I mean, I'm writing, so please
A buddy thought I wasn't serious, I got on my knees
And we making again it feeling funny
Out that door what the f*cker taking from me?
Giving all the paper I be writing with
You ain't getting led ain't no bread mas o menos
And a person going funny-maze
Gonna start from the beginning or the end
12 minutes that it taking you niggas don't pretend
Many minutes to finish you bouta give up on them
Gimme gimme the eraser I'ma need pretty soon
When you taking all of the mind, sacapuntas para amarillo
For the better, I'ma change shit, people gon' hear it no more
Watch the tip, you got the backpack?
You sure getting supplies, I got the big map
14 microphones you gonna use yet?
Everybody wait, it's because you gotta new set?
I'm from the back, knowing you can never do it
Nigga with a buddy, nigga with a friend, name it, stupid reasons
I know all of 'em bounce, they born again but never got announced
I think I have a decent amount how much he paying a month
I gotta recount, recalculate
All the stuff I got couple gifts from the mailbox
What's the date of my next drop?
I forgot, but it's pretty soon
So wait in the meantime lemme think for once!
Thinking sharper than a pencil, I don't really gotta settle
Gotta medal going through levels I gotta pedal faster
Yeah, they talking, but I'ma never listen ever
When a nigga talking too much I'ma doze off in a little bit
You wanna be harder wanna be better
Gotta letter from a nigga with a friend that kinda looking like me
I'm loving way too many people that be all on my dick
You got me thinking I'ma nigga that don't ever talk to anybody
Why it gotta be so many?
Got the paper I'll be ready steady with the pen and the markers
And all the colored pencils, writing on the whitest board I'm bored of it
I gotta penny for the individuals I have minimal
No quarters for the criminal so it unwinnable I gotta mate
A side of it, I'm keeping an eye bouta be original
I gotta end it with the motherf*cking highest motherf*cking note
I gotta nigga with a friend, I'm making non' to him
From the first time different all of them were shocked
To another one and I walked in saw within' the four
And the spider hanging from the ceiling, and
The big-ass mat behind the couch
Don't wanna count how many days you've stayed there
Doesn't matter, I just wanna visit
I got not one, not two, not three, but four niggas
I really gotta take care of
Writer: Israel Manzano
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid