Ballpoint

Continuous Improvement
Mind, body, soul
Mind
Ballpoint, let's go

Calligraphy with the pen (No)
My handwrittens be a mess (Oh)
But the lyrics be on ten (Whoa)
Like Kendrick was on X (Aye)
You can sentence me to death (Way)
But my sentences are undead (Hey)
That means whatever I say
Is gonna surpass my grave (Huh)

And that's good enough for day one
But day two's gotta be better
Here we go

I'm letting go of my fears
Drop the semicolon
You know there's no more tears
I'm getting older by the year
Older but more wiser
I know, yea, it's kinda
Ironic but that's what I'll be
Immortalized in
Not a casket like the rest
That mahogany stylist (No)
Embroidered diamonds (Yea, yea)
With golden silver-lining (Yea, yea, yea, yea)

Yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea

Habituate
Till my talents are raised
Like, yea, it isn't great
But it's passed what I made
Back when all I made
Was trash that I rarely saved
If all of y'all heard that
You'd be laughing away
I ain't laughing to the bank
Net's in the negative
Don't need a class for me to say
That it's bad business
But gross passed a dollar yesterday
Let me say
It's been two long years
But we're ascending from here

Two long years
Continuous improvement: mind, body, soul
Two more years
Two more years, we'll be
I don't know