Like Clowns
Looking Like Clowns Yo, we stepping in the game, no doubt, Respect is the name, we ain’t here to pout. Hustle hard, rise up, that’s the mantra, Swag dripping heavy like a storm in a can’t-ya. Motherfuckas laugh, but we grinding for real, Got my mind on the prize, that sugar-coat feel. You think we’re clowns? Better check your stance, We flipping the script, this ain’t no circus dance. Money moves, yeah, I’m stacking my racks, Swag so fierce, got you hating, relax. Angry at the fakes who just playin’ pretend, I’m blessed like a king, but I’m ready to bend. Hyped up on this hustle, feel the fire ignite, You look in my eyes, it’s a warrior's fight. Ain’t no time for games, we rise from the dust, Respect in the streets, yeah, that’s a must! So we take it to heart, this life ain't a show, You’re looking like clowns if you don’t even know. Swag on ten, it’s a whole different level, We the kings of this hustle, no need for a medal. Fist in the air, can you feel the vibe? Motherfuckas doubted, but we always survive. From angry to blessed, we ride with the sound, Ain’t nobody gonna stop us, we wear that crown. So step back, respect, or you’re bound to be clowned, We hustle with pride, watch the throne, it surrounds. Through the trials and pain, we rise like the dawn, We the real ones, baby, while you looking like pawns.
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Looking Like Clowns Yo, we stepping in the game, no doubt, Respect is the name, we ain’t here to pout. Hustle hard, rise up, that’s the mantra, Swag dripping heavy like a storm in a can’t-ya. Motherfuckas laugh, but we grinding for real, Got my mind on the prize, that sugar-coat feel. You think we’re clowns? Better check your stance, We flipping the script, this ain’t no circus dance. Money moves, yeah, I’m stacking my racks, Swag so fierce, got you hating, relax. Angry at the fakes who just playin’ pretend, I’m blessed like a king, but I’m ready to bend. Hyped up on this hustle, feel the fire ignite, You look in my eyes, it’s a warrior's fight. Ain’t no time for games, we rise from the dust, Respect in the streets, yeah, that’s a must! So we take it to heart, this life ain't a show, You’re looking like clowns if you don’t even know. Swag on ten, it’s a whole different level, We the kings of this hustle, no need for a medal. Fist in the air, can you feel the vibe? Motherfuckas doubted, but we always survive. From angry to blessed, we ride with the sound, Ain’t nobody gonna stop us, we wear that crown. So step back, respect, or you’re bound to be clowned, We hustle with pride, watch the throne, it surrounds. Through the trials and pain, we rise like the dawn, We the real ones, baby, while you looking like pawns.
Damnnnn 🌪️