Circles

By FMC-aid

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When I'll blow up they'll know I'm the bomb

I slam any hater I might see around

I smoke the fattest blunt in THC richer than Donald Trump

Then float around like I rolled a magic carpet out

Sky is the limit and I'm up there on Soundcloud

I'm so fucking stoned the perfect time to space out and rock it out

And a selfish prick with a selfie stick who pose with a clique and post with a click

Stop bitchin' or Imma have to smoke a hookah

No sexy pictures please if you look like a oompa loompa

And don't think you're a diva using daddy's Visa to buy clothes from Geneva

Can't trick me cause you get the meatcleaver so you better run fast like a cheetah

Please hold your horses now that you found out that I'm financially stable you wanna ride bitch you better hide

You complain I whine too much

But I'm only gettin' better with time I never lost my touch

I might get in trouble cause you swear I got you drunk and seeing double

This is only the training so who can understand my lines when I put them on these tracks? Not you

But I won't get to explaining

All these new cats treat rap rap like it's their litterbox

You've gone broke why is your music so shit?

I think you ran out of paper that must be it

I wasn't born yesterday

But it feels like I broke the water again in a way

Cause ever since I came out I've been making nothing but waves