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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fly Anakin
Performer
Mike Foisey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Walton Jr.
Composer
Mike Foisey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Foisey
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, my circus is at the door
Do Bourbon's and keep it low, we need it the most (You know)
Yeah yo, they love me from coast to coast
Still letting my fly coach but it doesn't matter I (Still go)
Yeah yo, we tell 'em to buy low
Left the block cold turkey, I told the cousi's to (Let go)
Yeah yo, I'm in the room up at the Gusto's
The fine line was drawn, he made a move so I (Kill close)
Yo, I'm bowtie for the most high
I lowkey wanna four-five, let's go see what your hoe-nah
I been the talk of your town, I see about you niggas when I step
Test the season, and sincе I'm bleeding so please protect your nеck
It's me and you and I'm not about to be the one that's upset
Since we mapping demons, slowly ease in, I believe this shit
Been on my mental, the fine line was drawn without a pencil
You niggas gentle, mind been off the lentils
I'm in the middle now this battle feel automatic by my credentials
More instrumentals Fois', provide the stencils
Fuck what you into I just need a stu', I walk on that
Used to play the Logic, mad dough, "Pack man, 'the fuck you at?"
Scribbling on the manuscript, I kick-started your habit back
Judging by the hands you play when you outside in your habitat
Yeah, shit was lovely, that's the point, but that's the past now
Loyal as a bitch, even though your boy was passed 'round
Yeah
My circus is at the door
Do Bourbon's and keep it low, we need it the most (You know)
Yeah yo, they love me from coast to coast
Still letting my fly coach but it doesn't matter I (Still go)
Yeah yo, we tell 'em to buy low
Left the block cold turkey, I told the cousi's to (Let go)
Yeah yo, I'm in the room up at the Gusto's
The fine line was drawn, he made a move so I (Kill close)
Yeah
That boy be snitching on me
Called it when they switching on me, shorty don't get to know me
Lately got me being phony, nobody checking on me
Praying for me, I was lonely, except my mess, they cleaned it up
Don't give me shit to give back, that ain't no help, bitch
If I was up, my city would be in two with my left wrist
Even when I'm down, they know my pain got shit like Netflix
Pray me up, I'm Mexican, my people saw some next shit
I could see it now, police surfing on the crowd
Check the list and champagne wasted, make it gleam and smile
Keep it proud because these fucking cops is running through my town
He done fought into a crowd, but now these niggas listen round
Make it sop and put that pussy slop and I can't hear the sound
Now the children permanently tripping, scheming on the crown
Yeah, I was slipping, begging for the woman to go into town
Big tipping, I was out in Richmond perfecting the style
Yeah
My circus is at the door
Do Bourbon's and keep it low, we need it the most (You know)
Yeah yo, they love me from coast to coast
Still letting my fly coach but it doesn't matter I (Still go)
Yeah yo, we tell 'em to buy low
Left the block cold turkey, I told the cousi's to (Let go)
Yeah yo, I'm in the room up at the Gusto's
The fine line was drawn, he made a move so I (Kill close)
Yeah
Writer(s): Michael Foisey, Frank Walton Jr
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