Circus Circus Free$tyle

Circus Circus Free$tyle
[Part I]
[Verse]
Who the f*** told you I wasn't that ni***?
Who the f*** told you I wouldn't get bigger?
Twenty-five M's, and now, it's a stick up
Hatin' ass niggas waitin' on me to slip up
Runnin' up the budget, my life is a movie
Cut the bitch off like, shawty, you blew me
Now, she runnin' 'round sayin' she outgrew me
Keep it one hunnid, bitch, you a fuckin' goofy
Who the f*** told you I wouldn't get bigger?
Hatin' ass ni*** waitin' on me to slip up
Who the f*** told you I wouldn't get bigger?
Your ex went gay, now, she don't like niggas
How you f*** me then f*** my homies?
She called my phone sayin', "I was just lonely"
I was hoopin' yesterday, thinkin' 'bout Kobe
'Member them days livin' off of bologna?
If you want a six-pack, you gotta do sit-ups
Not tryna get to the chili, bitch, get up
Nigga like me, I got some bitch head up
Nigga like me, I—

[Part II]
[Verse]
We T'd up, now, we lookin' out for trouble
We was six deep in a huddle, keepin' my mystique when I hustle
A ni*** tryna do the impossible, burn out in traffic, blowin' bunkers
992, boogie monster, ni***, whole time
Nigga, whole time it was us
Nigga, whole time you was inside, I was outside in the mud
Nigga, whole time seen a bitch lyin', but my ni*** swore I made it up
Nigga, whole time, calls from my ex bitch, we are never making up
Nigga, whole time
Tattoos on a die
Panties go to the side
We just tryna stay alive
Carolinas with my, yeah
I ain't tuckin' no chain
Lettin' my jewelry hang
Like my lil' brother Cain
Aye, I'm a genre bender, and I'm comin' out of broken home
You been switchin' states for cheaper livin', man, to each his own
I'm the type of rich ni*** that got a, uh, broken phone
I just spent five million on a condo, and don't be at home
You regular, baby, I need you to conjure up different emotion
What can I do in Bahamas right now? My fine shit is scared of the ocean
I was all in with you, baby, I'm changin' my mind, it's time to be open
All of my niggas is live in Battery Park, we havin' commotion
Can't let them bitches inside, they f*** up the vibe, they known to do ho shit
She wanna post me online and act like she tried, like I wouldn't notice
It ain't no point in correcting you, bitch, you got it, you know that you bogus
It really ain't hard to impress you, bitch, she come from the rats and roaches
We was starvin' through the night, we had to hustle for the lights
Keep the family tight, I made a different sacrifice
Flew one to New York, I wanna see the prototype
I'm lookin' for a— 'cause my last on went on strike
I'm havin' a different wife type 'cause my last one went on strike
Baby, I'm bein' serious, you a ten, I need to strike
I'm tryna hide you, delete that Instagram by tonight
And mean girl shit don't turn me on, you gotta come polite
And niggas thought I fuckin' died, now I gotta thrive, Baby Keem ain't playin' no more
Denzel told me, "Come alive," all you niggas fried, can't even be a fan no more
And she was just tryna vibe, I be out the country, I don't even plan no more
She don't dont wanna wear her pants no more, we ain't even in the sand no more
Ayee!

[Part III]
[Verse]
King Wyseem arrived, ni***, I got many ties
Had to watch my momma cry when my house got colonized
Grab the baddie by the hand, she look cute, I make her mine (Hahahaha)
Money in my pants, it's okay to take your time
People love to cross me and they don't apologize
I don't know my siblings on my real father side
I done cooked a lot of niggas when my grandmama died
I was put here on a mission that you wouldn't understand
I don't want no rapper friends, I'm in the ghetto with my plans
I been buildin' like a ni*** put a Lego in my hands
Bitch, I'm Keem Wyseem, when I'm on this two man, aye
Period pooh, what the f*** do that mean?
When Wyseem get the pu***, treat it like a sex scene
I almost died when I took the vaccine
I was gone for two years, down bad, reflecting
Aye, yeah, ni***, two phone jumpin' in this bitch, it's time to rap
Yeah, ni***, fuc*** up so much money, time to get it back
Yeah, ni***, two mill' overseas on an investment trap
Yeah, ni***, that was when I went back to my habitat
Yeah, ni***, uncle sold my Xbox just to buy some crack
Yeah, ni***, tried to cut her off, but she not fallin' back
Yeah, ni***, fuckin' caveman with the way I rap
Booya, booga-wooga-ooga-ooga-waga-waga-waga-wah
You's a boy that should've could've, ni***, booga, ni***, hoo-hoo
I'm a fuckin' caveman, ni***, hoo-hoo
Would've, should've, could've, ni***, booga, ni***, boo-hoo
I'm a fuckin' caveman, got a loose screw
Boy that should've could've, ni***, booga, ni***, who? Who?
I'm a fuckin' caveman, ni***, hoo-hoo
Would've, should've, could've, ni***, booga, ni***, boo-hoo
I'm a fuckin' caveman, got a loose screw

[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
La canción 'Circus Circus Free$tyle' de Baby Keem es un potente relato de su ascenso en la industria musical y los desafíos que ha enfrentado en el camino hacia el éxito...