Estate
Brown
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Got a lot up on my plate But I'm still flying straight Carrying some weight like it's freight On a boat, on the ocean, in a crate Leaving the United States Mama own my whole estate But that's if I escape Every day is spent, fearing yellow tape Chalk up on the ground With my body as the shape Will I disappear like Jimmy Hoffa With no trace, with no chase With no face, with no case The only place that seems to be so safe is outer space Space My voice my only instrument Forgive me if I'm insolent My father's name is Nicolas, there ain't no one equivalent And lately I'm remaining way too vigilant For other shitty incidents The way I'm switching subjects Shit I need to get some Ritalin You'll have to run this back Cause I guarantee you'll miss a bit Supposed to be, lettuce in my pocket Not the grocery, so to speak I pray for those opposed to me, the foes me I'm writing straight poetry And exceeding so much socially I'm openly hoping my shit will blow up locally, then globally All thanks to my diplomacy I've given so much time and I've given so much effort Still I'm asking will my music get better I write it like the brand from the letter on my sweater And I loved my babygirl before I even fucking met her Welcome to my brain, to my body From my pain, to my shawty Crying 'til my mind get foggy, and my vision get dotty And I'm chilling in the shower with the water hot, in Tommy I know y'all won't admit it, I think I did it I'm rapping sitting on my knitted fitted No kidding, I've been with it since I got frostbitten in my mittens But those are givens, and kept me driven So listen My city on the map's boutta glisten Like it's christmas Cause I've been 'bout my business with no witnesses My potential's lookin limitless I find a beat, I hop on, and I finish it Been killing shit, but y'all don't ever feel this shit I fill the shit, I try to keep it locked away But then I tip and spill the shit I make it like I mill the shit All up in my feelings, but I'm still the shit Whole entire life people said I had potential But I'm confident so I keep it confidential Underrated's understated monumentally I gotta end it early, for the sake of my grandma That is Shirley, my hair isn't too curly But I'm rapping and I'm rhyming almost every single word, b Once I hop on, I'm not showing mercy My message from the mouth, not a birdie So once I get the throne, Imma grasp that fucker firmly You heard me You heard me
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