Текст песни
Uh, yeah, his ambitions as a writer
Started in jail when the judge locked him inside the
County prison now the crooked eyes sit beside him
Spying on everything he do but they can't stop him
Trying to write blueprints but I'm the writer and the author
Musicians and writers calling up for ghost writers
First it was ten now it's hunnit cause I got hotter
Labels can't sign me man cause I'm my own sponsor
Went to sleep with the pen
Ink bussing on my sheets
I kick my girl out at night she think I'm on the creep
Finger fucking the pen
Ink fucking up book sheets
Sorry environment I keep killing all these trees
Writing arsenic federal investigations
Adding more gas to this blazing campfire
Telling my stories the haters wish Khalif retire
Turn my pen to a weapon I know they admire
If they don't fuck with it man they some insecure liars
Generational talent thug nigga turned scholar
Chaotic noise when he write but it don't bother
Grace under pressure learned that from my grandfather
Flames on paper don't touch it, it's hotter than lava
Ya girl so hot she coming out them pajamas