A.S. ØNE - Notebook Lyrics

Ayo Lil' bitch I'm a
Gentleman and scholar, motherf*cking baller
3.7 GPA to make my momma hollar
Could go be a doctor
'Stead I'm finna flex, uh
Bitch I'm gone live big enough to be a biopic
I ain't got a set, 'less you count my niggas
Ain't fingers on the trigger, but I turn into a killer
When I hop onto these beats
Get these niggas on they feet
They in awe, then I pause for the round of applause like
Pau-Pause for the round of applause
Everybody pause for the round of applause like
Pau-Pause for the round of applause
Get your paws up for the round of applause
Composition notebook
It ain't just the place a nigga wrote hooks
I looked at that shit and saw what slavery took, that's prestige
What I saw would f*ck 'round and knock you to your knees, uh
Pulp Fiction on some real shit
Look inside the case, that's some shit you ain't built with
I'm on that real shit, make me a Bill shit
And I'd be damned if I'm on run of the mill shit, aye, aye
Composition from the school
It ain't just the place a nigga drew his shoes
I looked at that shit and saw I couldn't loose
I looked at that shit, saw what they couldn't do
I'm gone draw some shit that you can't ever see
I compose a world that you can't even perceive
You can see the greatness that's inside of me
Man this shit like a motivational speech
Paint my picture on the wall niggas are in awe
And It's hella stunning, just the type of shit I saw
Take a trip into my mind, hella riddim, hella grime
Ahead of my time, got this shit here so divine
You-Young boy in the MOCA
They ain't never seen no shit like
This'll get em choked up
No f*cks
Shit we see these days'll get us woked up
But I'm still dreaming like I'm in a f*cking coma, coma, yeah
Composition notebook
It ain't just the place a nigga wrote hooks
I looked at that shit and saw what slavery took, that's prestige
What I saw would f*ck 'round and knock you to your knees, uh
Pulp Fiction on some real shit
Look inside the case, that's some shit you ain't built with
I'm on that real shit, make me a Bill shit
And I'd be damned if I'm on run of the mill shit, aye, aye
Pau-Pause for the round of applause
Everybody pause for the round of applause like
Pau-Pause for the round of applause
Get your paws up for the round of applause
Composition notebook
It ain't just the place a nigga wrote hooks
I looked at that shit and saw what slavery took, that's prestige
What I saw would f*ck 'round and knock you to your knees, uh
Pulp Fiction on some real shit
Look inside the case, that's some shit you ain't built with
I'm on that real shit, make me a Bill shit
And I'd be damned if I'm on run of the mill shit, aye, aye