Ballpoint Pen (ft. Comingforya, ...

Lyricist with none to conceal, I peep em lusting for kills

Drenched in loathing gotta feel like something is ill

Got me looking like I’m pressing em, or a demon with shields

Starving for contracts, seem like you just needed a deal

I’m in timeless reels, me and the money, for real

You small minded, still praying for a bundle to peel

Clowns attempted to flex on me

You ain’t the first, I don’t reject a lil’ heat

Things turned bitter, let it set, now it’s beef

I made you cough that toll, and there’s no receipt for the fee

My drops disruptin' your sleep, got you nervous' in sheets

Talkin’ ill but your sickness ain't distinct as me

I don’t chase coins, my coins been sprintin’ for me

Got a queen from Chicago

You with a girl on a lease

We coppin’ gems by the coast

I got the globe on a piece

Bringing fire for combat

Don't provoke then retreat

This game the only high that I need

Throwing Gs at the feed

Gripping plastic and think it’s plush, ain’t nothing solid to me

 

Ease back now, I’m slicing in

Push deeper than

That known emcee with the welcome brim

And ballpoint pen

Ease back now, I’m slicing in

Push deeper than

That known emcee with the welcome brim

And ballpoint pen

 

Putting a million right on the stove, the night finna glow

Im piping this hoe, in sight of inciting my flows

Y'all wanna fuck with my dough, you don't want smoke

Sailing this shit and with the RapBoat, you bitches had never done seen this befo'

And anybody fucking with a millimeter better have a will like Serena

Cause my will to wess 'em and test 'em just like Smith

Will have Terry Cole on his knees begging for a brick

And nobody finna go stop me, lederhosen cause I got hoes and im a leader

I was chosen, I was golden, put my bread all in the stove and

Fuck yall cause I goes in, im wit the boat like I rowed in, but I rolled in

"Mothafucka looking at me like a goddamn sheep

With the white wool looking like I land it quick"

Put somebody down on outlandish shit

Make him fuckin drown, we gon sand this bitch

Put a hunnid bullets in his head til he dead, til he stop moving

Man, I feel like Cyrus the Great before Miley was making pop music

Im saying I kinda feel like OG, you look at me and you say "Man, oh, gee"

Yo shit so ass, its like drowning is pussy, that's my favorite line from an old G

And the classic shit is as sad as it gets

Im looking for smoke, I guess its mad disrespect

Yeah

 

Ease back now, I’m slicing in

Push deeper than

That known emcee with the welcome brim

And ballpoint pen

Ease back now, I’m slicing in

Push deeper than

That known emcee with the welcome brim

And ballpoint pen

 

Who needs sleep when you've got ambition keeping you awake like a caffeine IV drip, hesitation

Isn't in my vocabulary, unless we're talking about when I paused for a full minute at the buffet because the options were endless, and I needed an explanation

For why the desserts looked so good yet so dangerous, leading to a deep meditation

In front of the cheesecake that had me questioning all my life choices up to that point, felt the devastation

Of missing out on Taco Tuesday, but you know what? I turned it into a celebration

By cooking up a feast at home that had the neighbors banging on the door just to get a whiff, lifting me to a new elevation

Like the feeling you get when you finally find Wi-Fi in a dead zone, truly a revelation

That left me questioning how we ever survived without it, breaking down barriers like a wrecking ball on a sugar rush, smashing through any segregation

Like a kid demolishing a LEGO wall, with the kind of penetration

That only comes from years of watching action movies and thinking, “Yeah, I could totally do that,” before realizing in demonstration

That it’s harder than it looks on screen, so now I’m content with just crushing it in the rap game like a verbal ninja in a presentation

That leaves people more impressed than a surprise pop quiz that everyone thought they failed, my exclamation

Point is as loud as an alarm clock at 5 a.m., but unlike that dreaded sound, my words bring more cheers than desolation

And instead of feeling the emptiness of a fridge right before grocery day, I’m on a high from the deprivation

Of social media detox, don’t worry, I came back just in time for the next viral cat video, which was like a mental detonation

That blasted away all serious thoughts for a good five minutes, no resignation

Here, just a refusal to quit like that one stubborn stain on your favorite shirt that won’t budge, despite wild speculation

That it could be removed with a concoction straight out of a science lab, but honestly, it just needed some fresh air, or as I call it, mental ventilation

 

Ease back now, I’m slicing in

Push deeper than

That known emcee with the welcome brim

And ballpoint pen

Ease back now, I’m slicing in

Push deeper than

That known emcee with the welcome brim

And ballpoint pen