Pen, Pad, & A Dream

Lyrics

[Intro] (Family Biz) Huh Crazy to think about all that I'm just literally looking at the verse Like, I remember Like I remember, bro Check (Woo) [Verse 1] On my way to New York City I got all my thoughts with me I got my rap book with me I got my MacBook with me I got a few bucks on me in cause I get hungry (Uh-huh) The studio fucks with me Recording there comfortably (Yeah) I'm bringing that heat with me, a couple of beat CD's Wait till my people see how I put the beats on these (Yaowa) Niggas can't fuck with me, pen is disgusting B Man, it must suck to be a rapper in-front of me (Oh) 'Cause I'm finna kill these niggas Y'all need to chill, for real If I get this deal my niggas Shit gon' get real my niggas (Yeah) We gon' be up my niggas Bitches gon' fuck my niggas Shit gon' get extra fly Homie, I'm next in line Man, I can't wait to tour What label's waiting for? My lawyer said I'm in a bidding war I can't wait no more (No) Give me a stage to rip, some radio station trips Watch where I take this shit Baby, I'm made for this Let's go [Chorus] Young boy doing his thing On this scene with a pen and a pen and a dream Young boy doing his thing On the scene with a pen and a pen and a dream (Yup) [Verse 2] Uh, in case y'all ain't know where I come from Baby boy it's the slum slums Sex, money, drugs, guns, whole lot of conundrums (Blaow) I just put it over the drums, my Sony Walkman Was just like today's phone, go nowhere without one (No) See music was there for me when no one was there for me CD get scratched, I would wipe it down carefully If this is before y'all niggas, then this ain't for y'all niggas No love lost, I'm just singing my song my niggas How I got on my niggas Stretch Armstrong my niggas R.I.P. Kay Slay Camilo, you warned them niggas C-Live on my niggas (Damn) Funk Flex bombed my niggas Cypher was gass (Haha) Enough heavy hit all my shit (Hey) I'm telling you hot nines, the reason I got mine Back when the radio spinning more than a dot com (Hm) Made sure my lines hot, they opened them hot lines And here I am right now, and I ain't forgot why (Never) [Chorus] Young boy doing his thing On this scene with a pen and a pen and a dream Young boy doing his thing On the scene with a pen and a pen and a dream