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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 Letras de cancionesCan 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 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 Krizzle 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 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 From Letras Mania