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letra de brown recluse - mick jenkins

[intro]
uh!
huh

[verse]
i’m guessing i’ll just start at the beginning
never thought they’d ever have a n-gga like me winning in this rap sh-t, i was right and wrong
wrong to think this sh-t 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 n-ggas i was next to
it was only fuel, in the crib like the pen his only tool
big deal, down to the miniscule
n-ggas 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 sh-t that we wrapped in
i’m on point, no morse code but we tapped in
too much white noise, i know n-ggas need black skin
ain’t n0body 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 n-ggas folding
i been on my research sh-t
shout out lil reesey, that dingy white t-shirt sh-t
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 f-cking with you, it’s the f-cking system
that’s why i can’t keep f-cking with them
need birds of my feather, the whole sh-t t-rducken
buddy buddy, then we find out all these n-ggas f-cking on the same b-tch
lumped in with those who couldn’t even speak my language
tell folk i’m a rapper and they think we do the same sh-t
type sh-t

- mick jenkins

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