Pen, Pad, & A Dream Songtext

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

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)

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)

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