"Brown Recluse" lyrics
Uh!
Huh
I'm guessing I'll just start at the beginning
Never thought they'd ever have a nigga like me winning in this rap shit, I was right and wrong
Wrong to think this shit was ever just about writing songs
Confident the talent would carry whenever hype was gone
It was just delusions of a good heart
Knew I had a good start and was blessed too
Still fell behind all the niggas I was next to
It was only fuel, in the crib like the pen his only tool
Big deal, down to the miniscule
Niggas that I started school with already finished school
Momma steady asking what you finna do, I'm doing it
Had to go through them ruins or I would've ruined it
I learned well
Make 'em turn pale way I tax, ain't no speed past
Gotta earn everything you get with me, I need that
Tryna stack the same shit that we wrapped in
I'm on point, no morse code but we tapped in
Too much white noise, I know niggas need Black skin
Ain't nobody with me relaxin'
And for my dogs, keep the cheese tax paid
And my honeydew relieve back pain
That's why I make sure the beeswax thick, her edges holding
Like our hands when we got hitched, don't pledge allegiance
Used up all the detergent, these niggas folding
I been on my research shit
Shout out Lil Reesey, that dingy white t-shirt shit
Just call me creasy, that man on fire
Dakota fanning all them flames, could only send him higher
They too inspired, they would never see that he's a victim
More than a million off them faucets, never hit my pockets
Profits must've missed him
Even if the label fucking with you, it's the fucking system
That's why I can't keep fucking with them
Need birds of my feather, the whole shit turducken
Buddy buddy, then we find out all these niggas fucking on the same bitch
Lumped in with those who couldn't even speak my language
Tell folk I'm a rapper and they think we do the same shit
Type shit
Huh
I'm guessing I'll just start at the beginning
Never thought they'd ever have a nigga like me winning in this rap shit, I was right and wrong
Wrong to think this shit was ever just about writing songs
Confident the talent would carry whenever hype was gone
It was just delusions of a good heart
Knew I had a good start and was blessed too
Still fell behind all the niggas I was next to
It was only fuel, in the crib like the pen his only tool
Big deal, down to the miniscule
Niggas that I started school with already finished school
Momma steady asking what you finna do, I'm doing it
Had to go through them ruins or I would've ruined it
I learned well
Make 'em turn pale way I tax, ain't no speed past
Gotta earn everything you get with me, I need that
Tryna stack the same shit that we wrapped in
I'm on point, no morse code but we tapped in
Too much white noise, I know niggas need Black skin
Ain't nobody with me relaxin'
And for my dogs, keep the cheese tax paid
And my honeydew relieve back pain
That's why I make sure the beeswax thick, her edges holding
Like our hands when we got hitched, don't pledge allegiance
Used up all the detergent, these niggas folding
I been on my research shit
Shout out Lil Reesey, that dingy white t-shirt shit
Just call me creasy, that man on fire
Dakota fanning all them flames, could only send him higher
They too inspired, they would never see that he's a victim
More than a million off them faucets, never hit my pockets
Profits must've missed him
Even if the label fucking with you, it's the fucking system
That's why I can't keep fucking with them
Need birds of my feather, the whole shit turducken
Buddy buddy, then we find out all these niggas fucking on the same bitch
Lumped in with those who couldn't even speak my language
Tell folk I'm a rapper and they think we do the same shit
Type shit
