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Estate Video (MV)




Performed By: Brown
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Ryan Brown




Brown - Estate Lyrics




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 f*cking 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 f*cker firmly
You heard me

You heard me
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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 f*cking 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 f*cker firmly
You heard me

You heard me
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Writer: Ryan Brown
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