The Circus

Some say fate is at its wit's end, shit
I come in hating like Scottie Pippen
Drop thirty three's
Skaters say it's bitchin
Broadcastin' to the world, he was twitchin
I come from the field
But I try not to think about it much though
Cause coming up out there was a tough go
Used to slide on the GET bus, bro
Switch to bruh
Run in with muddy shoes
Granny, she was sick of us
"Get the fuck out the mud"
Know what's up when I get to bussin
Madden '94 flow, let me hit the button
I'm from 'round the way though
That means I'm getting somethin
They fuckin' with double R, I can feel it comin
That's the sound of the guard changin
They pay attention when your bars dangerous

Never on the ropes, stand tall yellin "fuck it"
Manager of the junkyard gettin buckets
This cannon don't go far and it's rusted
This cannon don't go far and it's

Never on the ropes, stand tall yellin "fuck it"
Manager of the junkyard gettin buckets
This cannon don't go far and it's rusted
Will it reach the circus?

Hella friends have died that I grew up with
Mama call with hella rough shit
Her friend's son got caught up
Just tryna see a boo thang
Another death, it's the routine
Depression comes, the mood swings
But as a black man, it's suppression
Never leave the home without your weapon
Life is second guessing
Aiming for a nest egg
Gaining hella knowledge
Losing all your best friends, to the game
Not talking Triple H
They thought they had your boy on some skates
But that's to test the greats
They're plastering the wave
The passages were faked
Lost my grasp, and then I changed

Never on the ropes, stand tall yellin "fuck it"
Manager of the junkyard gettin buckets
This cannon don't go far and it's rusted
This cannon don't go far and it's