(MM) Years in the making (MM) (MM) (Hoes creep through the backside, Ooh) (Nahh) (Yah, fuck ya heard) (Nahh) (Circus, circus, Nahh) (Circus, circus) (Fuck is you tellin' me, Uh) They say (Nah) (Fuck is you tellin' me, Uh) Aha, They say (Fuck is you tellin' me) (Fuck is you tellin' me, Uh) Ya
This shit sound like the circus came in town (Hey) Hunnid rounds to the jury gun 'em down (Hey, Hey) Who stole that style You a phony, you a clown (Uh) Bitches smile, bitches frown, bitches faint Bite the style but they cain't (Huh)
Fuck is you tellin' me, nah I don't give into that negative shit (Clark Kent smoke) Tiffany, Tiffany, ya Diamonds I put 'em on my clique This shit ain't hittin' me, nah Homie come get a hit of this I'm just respectin' my ma' She told me live and let live
Where is he goin' (Where) Where is he runnin' to (Uh) What we do wrong The shit that I'm on (Hey) It come from the gods (Hey, Hey) Parked in the sauce Bitch I'm the monsta Back in that Tonka Six in the mornin' Back to LaGuardia Rollin' up fronto Pushin' the culture Bad bitches sweatin', spillin' paint with their eye liner Ho rappers jealous 'cause they can't take the style from 'em Ooh I can feel it come and pray, she'll have a child on me Ooh I've been waitin' on this day for a while homie You might also like Fuck is you tellin' me, nah I don't give into that negative shit (Clark Kent smoke) Tiffany, Tiffany, ya Diamonds I put 'em on my clique (Smoke) This shit ain't hittin' me, nah Homie come get a hit of this I'm just respectin' my ma' She told me live and let live
Like boom boom ayy (Uh) Hoes creep through the backside I told that bitch I don't get any down time If you feel this shit better get outside Like goddamn (Uh) Strugglin' through the south so dusty Five-O threw me down got so ugly Can't stay, blow loud, King Tubby Let's get the skrilla, God love me (Ay) And 'lil Italy and 'lil bitch Baby, i'll need a 'lil bit Im flyin' overseas and think I'm rich (Yee) All we ever need is peace They killin' for the Jesus piece (Ay, ay) See the drama on the BBC (Huh) It don't feel like real life what I see (Huh) No turnin' back once you hit the scene (Yuh, yuh, yuh) Not what I see
Fuck is you tellin' me, nah I don't give into that negative shit (Clark Kent smoke) Tiffany, Tiffany, ya Diamonds I put 'em on my clique This shit ain't hittin' me, nah Homie come get a hit of this I'm just respectin' my ma' She told me live and let live
Compositores: Christian Robert Felner (Felly), James Icart, Kyran Mcemerald John ECAD: Obra #20837192