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I got so much here on my plate, aye aye. aye aye
I guess I did it on my own
So much here on my plate, aye aye. aye aye
I guess I did it on my own
So much here on my plate
Only if my mind would stop being infinitesimally
Held on just being a being of feeling
And throwing out sesquipedalians, in mid conversations
I know I be having them
Call me a lulu, cuz I am a dada
I live with no worries, hakuna mattata
The news want the scoop so I'm giving them nada
They hand me a spoon now my ego is flattered
I know people don't got a lot
Yet, I complain about the shit I got
Money left so cash for me is outta stock
Guess I kick the hustle up another notch
Shit why not, never stop
Like running from the f*cking cops
Cops shout stop and pop pop pop to make you drop
Life told me to reload my nitch said bet'not quick
Every damn time I'm catching a fit
Every damn no is not the damn end
So much loss I'm always broken
Expensive cost for thoughts to darken
Seeing my niece I push for working
Seeing her needs I push for learning
Family tree forever growing
Just to make sure my family's earning
I got so much here on my plate, aye aye. aye aye
I guess I did it on my own
So much here on my plate, aye aye. aye aye
I guess I did it on my own
So much here on my plate
Wait freeze tell me now who got the weed, lemme repeat
Who of you f*ckers got weed
Which pussy here called me a fiend
Bitch I been itsin', scratching my neck, yeah I'm itchin
Cutting up with no kitchen, take a sniff now I'm lifted
Levitated to the edge so I might as well take the leap
I don't need any tatts under my eyelids
When the bags under them is a reflection of the work I did
People acting like they know their purpose
While my hands just block the sun cuz I am currently searching
What, what, what, what
What, what, aye
Who put this stress on my plate
I'm tired of stuffing my face like
What, what, what, what
What, what, aye, aye
Misery don't taste so great
Gluttony don't contemplate, Gluttony don't contemplate
When will I gain back control, Am I losing all control
F*ck boy you starting to fold
Bitch you guessed it on the nose
Charades the best game for a hoe
Chicken heads all gotta go
Leave breast and the ketchup will flow
Looking at all of this waist there is no left over space
Guess a boy's gotta eat
I'm grabbing a whole f*cking plate
Eating the whole f*cking place
There's no surviving me
Tell me who these people talking
Tryna catch me'caulay culkin
Don't spit my name or your body outline will get some chalk in
Y'all can catch me'caulay culkin
Catch me home macauley culkin
Don't spit my name or your body outline will get some chalk in
Y'all can catch me'caulay culkin
Tell me who these people talking
Tryna catch me'caulay culkin
Don't spit my name or your body outline will get some chalk in
Y'all can catch me'caulay culkin