[Intro]

Uh x4

[Hook]

I had that Composition Notebook

The same place where I wrote hooks

The same place where I would write a verse

My English teacher told me don’t forget your commas first

[Verse]

So I’m counting up every one I encountered first

I felt like common like can I borrow a dollar sir

Ain’t had no polo at all ain’t have no Hollister

But I was Cap my nigga the perfect moniker

I dropped out of school because of poverty

Fuck a education when you do not own a property

It don’t even matter cause they didn’t teach me properly

Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who’s really proud of me

Me against a secret society that’s denying

Membership

I will always remember this

The come up

People in the state was saying fuck us

Now trynna tell us that they love us

Before they was above us

Believe me I struggled for a while

Now they looking at me like wow

They so much in denial that’s it’s real

You gotta go through pain that’s the only way to heal

Niggas will trynna kill you for some fame

I got a couple people I ain’t looking at the same

And they think that I’m derange

I’m just staying in my lane

It’s not my fault that I can cover these terrains

I just came to be real I ain’t here to entertain

I been lost paper

And I been had haters

In the end bitch I’m good though I been had raiders

A bunch of nay sayers

Of a Ill rhyme slayer

A lot people salty

The brand is Himalaya

They wanna judge me for my wrong doings

So now my good deeds is something I’m beyond doing

Unless you close to me

Might buy you groceries

But if you hate ain’t no reason for approaching me

We address everybody accordingly

Did this by myself

I’m the only one who’s recording me

Then I needed money so I came up off a quarter piece

Bitches use to hate me but now they steady adoring me

They want more from me

But nigga more importantly

They wasn’t supporting me

When I was just a poorer me

Liquor that they pouring me

Only in my 20s but I’m feeling like I’m 43

What is this suppose to me

I had a notebook

Something like a diary

I always used it every time I was in dire need

For a stress relieve

They steady stressing me

Trynna turn me to a person I ain’t wanna be

Peer pursuer turning niggas into jesters

Now they want a handshake appreciate the gesture

All you niggas bitches though deviate the gender

I’m used to get fried bitch my best friend is bender

This sound like a never ender

Life is a bitch it’ll be best to befriend her

My notes be scatter to match my brain pattern

Ain’t have no way to the top

And so I made ladders

I hear them people taking

But It’s the same chatter

But at the end of it all they hearing my laughter

[Hook] x3

I had that Composition Notebook

The same place where I wrote hooks

The same place where I would write a verse

My English teacher told me don’t forget your commas first