21st Century
young chap
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Exhibitions, you pessimistic can't deal with dissin' I need revision I dropped two albums like back to back, give you sumn' to listen while I'm on a mission My homies risen. I see him vivid, don't need to pill to calm down you kidding? If you need some help lift it off yourself I got you baby hand me all your feelings If your axles cracked I could empathize my old Pontiac missing every hub cap If you acting privileged I don't owe you jack, keep my digits to myself, don't call me back My business snug but my family closer What's a tug-of-war to a roller coaster I love you more than to screw you over Flat heads of money can't mess with that I was on the bench now I'm center back You stay attached watch me jump the fence When the police came, looked at my brother I'd blow my cover let him run it back I feel like Betty Crocker, I'm baking tracks Haven't seen my mother and I miss her bad I'll hit the booth instead of hit the boof Let em all keep talk, I ain't talking back I walk with swag they cock it back Check my mailbox monthly for the S.I. mag If you say I'm not next I say Yes I am Set the picnic up with the Burberry Flannel Old friends on the curb where I can't go From the trumpet cigarette to the bando Say I got an accent it was from the past tense Homie locked up since I played with the Wham-O I drove a mini van to the High School How it feel when a Rubicon park beside you I'd pop the trunk let it take its time Talk to brodie he say he's feeling fine But homie ain't a book I've seen him 'round Hang his head as if he like to see the school halls Late night, bet tears resemble waterfalls I looked him in the eyes and read between the lines I tried to articulate it, she didn't really get it So I got GarageBand hoping to accommodate it All day in my closet i'm just working on a sonnet Maybe I should get a bonnet, just like butter how it slipped It slipped, I missed, I hope i didn't twitch When they told me lil man put these chains around your wrist I got a perspective not talking detective some loving the power they feeling elected Now I'm getting money with both of my hands I flip thru the hunnids and benjis I just be balling like my last name Gentry Best white rapper of the 21st century She say she surprised by my hidden skills I could list em off but I just tell her plenty I feel like Remy with a pot and pan cuz I get in the kitchen and start re-inventing On the north hemi I rep for my city I come back to town and they want to hang with me Like give me a hammock and two money trees Hit the Met Gala they coming with me I felt like Walter when I got the Midi One fan in Germany Still can't believe that And it's not gonna alter my ego when I get a bag But I love when the people all screaming Young Chap (Hu)
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