[Tobe Nwigwe]
Aye look, my mama was a hustler, my daddy not so much
I grew up where if you look suspicious they called ya bluff
Powder puffs couldn't make it in the concrete jungle
If you found stumbling then they pull up right around yo' bumper
And make you run it all
For no reason like Forest Gump and get the gun involved
If you get to thinking you tough, I swear, it's protocol
They feening for reasons to bust and they don't know no laws
Other than keeping it tucked in they drawers or they britches
'Cause a ditch can always find you if you slippin' or you trippin'
Without a map, let me guide you down the road less traveled
Don't let that gravel define you 'cause it's plenty folk that made it
Down the path they had been assigned to at birth
Worth in the earth ain't determined by ya girth
No matter how big ya get we all gon' end up in dirt
Rehearse all that hurt and you'll end up with a purse
Of digits that only make you livid when they're dispersed
Into your cellular device, try to play it wise
That is a hell of a disguise that you wear across your eyes
Like a bandit, candid
Pictures only show that you've been standin', slanted
In someone's vision that leaves you stranded, and with
Nothing to show for all the demanding, bandwidth
Used, in hopes you get approved
By a dude who's confused on exactly what to do
With ya royalty, loyalty
Can often cost you buoyancy
When it's connected to folk that's drowning
Choose love that constantly keeps you grounded
And don't join the circus if you ain't clownin'
This is for the bozos who don't know
This is for the bozos in this hoe
This is for the bozos who don't know
Don't join the circus if you ain't a clown
[Big K.R.I.T.]
Hold up, they just say really having thangs
Is more than diamond embezzled rollie faces and pinky rangs
And foreign cars that sit in garage you barely could drive
Living for materials ain't really living yo' life
There's a fine line between give and take, you do what you love
Don't let them make you love what you hate
I've been where you been, collecting yo' ends
Too busy lookin' out where you can't see the glow that's within you
Bruce Leeroy, sho nuff, yo' mind is a ginsu, chop up that soul food
Like granny used to grow in the backyard when you rolled through
Remember the time you spent when life was sit down and listen to the breeze
The whistle of simplicities that echo off the trees
Not the ones that choke, but the ones that help you breathe
Inhale, exhale that slow, that gave you hope
That one day you'd escape and have to save yo' folk
Like there's much more to life than struggling and hustling backwards
Reverse all that nonsense, become a roadmaster
Because they say so don't mean that you have to
They speeding through life, don't mean you go faster
Pump pump ya breaks, tell ya people you love 'em
No time to waste, give 'em roses in public
'Cause it's cool like that, it's cool like that, I swear
It's cool like that, it's cool like that to care
This is for the bozos who don't know
This is for the bozos in this hoe
This is for the bozos who don't know
Don't join the circus if you ain't a clown
[ Tobe Nwigwe]
Mmm mmm, if you ain't a clown
Mmm mmm, sit down
Yeah, if you ain't a clown
Mmm mmm mmm, sit down
Sit down, sit down, sit down
If you ain't a clown
Sit down, sit down, sit down
If you ain't a clown
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