Mr Brown No Golden Spoon

[Title] Mr Brown No Golden Spoon [Style] Hip-Hop, Street Narrative, Underground Rap [Lyrics] [Intro] [Verse 1] Mr. Brown’s the name, no legacy to claim, Born in the grit, no gold, just flames, Momma’s tears dried, Daddy’s ghost in the frame, Now I’m grindin’ nights, playin’ life’s crooked game. Burner in my palm, digits dialed for the chase, Clients talkin’ slick, but they know not to waste, Every dollar’s b***d, every deal’s a tightrace, Feds sniff the trail, gotta vanish without a trace. [Chorus] No silver spoon, just the moon as my guide, Dodge the blue suits, keep the paper inside, From the block to the clouds, I’ma ride, Mr. Brown’s creed—survive or you died. [Verse 2] Streets taught me math: subtract the lies, add the pain, Paranoia’s my shadow, clingin’ like chain, Cash in duffels, no paper trail to explain, Silent moves, blacked-out windows on the lane. Learned the code young—trust the script, not the face, Every handshake’s a gamble, every clock’s a race, Sippin’ pride, no time to taste the hate, King of my dirt, buildin’ towers from the crate. [Bridge] They say, “Rise legit,” but the system’s a snare, I rose from the mud, breathin’ hustler’s air, One wrong call, and it’s cuffs or a prayer, But the game’s in my veins—I was born in the lair. [Chorus] No silver spoon, just the moon as my guide, Dodge the blue suits, keep the paper inside, From the block to the clouds, I’ma ride, Mr. Brown’s creed—survive or you died. [Outro]