Take number 45....

Qani (Bridge):

If you pick up that pen and write
You will never be the same
Never be the same
If you grab that mic and spit
You will never be the same
Never be the same

(Verse 1):

This ain't a goodbye
It ain't a finale
Young Bino, resemblance is so uncanny
N***as still talk shit though
But I just blew their minds with just the intro

Getting high off my own supply since I grabbed the pad
I write in it whether whether I'm happy or sad
A journal in the hand of a troubled youth
He spits off of it anytime he's in the booth
A mic is what I'm spitting into
A $60 investment that I've put into you
Has paid off greatly with each bar I spit
It's helped me up when I've fallen into a pit

Qani (Hook) X2:

If you hate me
Then blow me
If you think you're better, then show me
If you can't hop off my dick
My success will make you so fucking sick


(Verse 2):

I don't fuck with Crocs, them bitches ugly
But I respect Ray though, my boy made that money
He put them golden arches on the map
A n***a was oozing power like a fucking tap

Ol' girl out here arching here back
For a McPick 2
Looking slim thick boo
What a n***a gotta do
To spend time with you

Time with you X4

(Hook) X2


Papa (Verse 3):

Yea
Big lips, small waist with a fat ass
Add me to your night girl, that's math class
Multiply your happiness and divide your stress
Hop on bitch, now you're riding with the best
Riding with the best, chop game on finesse
Roll up on a n***a, tell him say it with your chest
Got the intellect
Our roads intersect
Sit back, stay lowkey, and get the check

For a McPick 2
Looking slim thick boo
What a n***a gotta do
To spend time with you

Time with you
Oh yea baby, time with you
Time with you
I just want to spend time with you

(Hook) X2