Circus

Welcome to this lion fest I am king My bitch, lioness Rhyming for a dime or less Just trynna buy a nest Dying to eye it I'm blinded but sure to find success And cause I love it Fucking up shit while I fly this quest Mad steelo, niggas below average Jazz spits battery acid to see mo' cash And he goes black in the shadows in the slums where the gravel splits He's a ninja, you're a simple symp a son of an addict bitch And I'm the crack man, dope man, take a gram Not a cracker but a sack of that smack it will make you scramble Don't take for granted this shit you getting handed Cause this shit you got to work for is way harder to manage I spit Manwich brand shit What? O. You got a man I won't hold you up, I ain't a kickstand bitch I got no class, cause I was playing ditch Walking the halls, told teacher I had the brand shits I was branded, everyday I planned skip Entertainment: iPhone apps and a sandwich Fuck school, wrote in every bathroom on campus And a piss puddle for the janitor to stand in Clock set six I get up pissed cause my moms wouldn't fall for my trick to play sick She hated my creative, couldn't take my allegations Rebel to whomever tries to stop me from creating She made it agitating trynna steer me to that gay shit Makeshift, skate all day without a break shift Now I'm dope as a fucking zip of coke Raps blood clot, whoever listens can get a stroke Got steez, got bitches All I'm missing is a rope to lynch every faggot that wishing I end up broke