Wooooo!
St Elmo came with another nasty one
This is the end (LOV up in the mix)
Since ya'll dont want us to begin
(So you better cuff yo bih!)
This is for the haters and the friends
(NYC to Warszawa all the way to TEX)
What you get when you put a fool in make-up
And give them a microphone
He thought he was the coolest
Showing up to school
Always with fresh kicks and a new fit
To do shit
He didn't read books
All he needed was the ladies so conceited
To flick they weave and take a look
Look, he felt no need to pay attention in class
His athletic abilities would have him drowning in money and ass
Last but not least
He was a dope boy, trap star, plus the hottest local rapper
I'm sure he had dreams of being on TV screens
He would do anything, for the stack of the green
It was F U to boys in blue, if know what I mean
If shit went down son, he was aiming the beam
His mama did her best to give him a good home
His daddy military, so he was there
But somehow always gone
He was disobedient doing his thang, thang, thang
Always reppin' to fullest with his gang, gang, gang
Grew up
Did a bid as a kid
Now he living in the same old small town
Making minimum wage
Posting selfies of stacks of money
On Facebook page
Claiming he is soon to drop mixtape
For pete sake, it's too late
I got some face paint you can purchase
It's not red nose or the smile that concerns us
It's the fact you act like you're not a disturbance
If you keep playing around bruh
Imma send you to the
(Don't say it)
She was oh so beautiful
Oh so sexy
Short tempered with these bitches
Like do not test me
She was always down to party
Drinking, smoking
Gossip to parlay
Hardly, did she think she was doing too much
Twerking on gram like
"You only live once"
Working on a scam
Ain't been sober in months
Tell me how you think she get all them
New nails, stilettos, and them new lace fronts
Designer outfits legit
Sugar daddy name Dale
Hell, I heard she put a lil some in his cocktail
But she won't be scrutinized
Cause well
Yes sir you guessed it!
She's a female!
Now what?
She said to her bestie, she wanna settle down
With rich guy that won't make her frown
But it's hard to find a man
That her standards will meet
Cause every high value nigha knows
She belongs to the streets
I got some face paint you can purchase
It's not red lips or wig that concerns us
It's the fact that you act like you're not a disturbance
Be a better person!
Stop doing the whole world a disservice
Keep playing imma send you to the
(Don't say it)
You keep fucking playing Imma send you
Ya'll not hearing what I'm saying?
(Tell em!)
You keep playing Imma send you
To the circus
Check it!
I used to be a Bozo too
Big headed, full of myself
When I first became Blu
Man, what I'm supposed to do?
When the whole world around you is telling us lies
What you should, and can or cannot do so I
Gained knowledge of self
Realized I was the one Krusty
Open my eyes
Pennywise
Didn't know I was IT
One causing my life to be hectic
Met the Mantic, and became prophetic
No longer hanging with the Jokers
Wipe my face of fake smile
Now my face remains poker
These days to tell the truth
I remain closer
To professional mime
Keep my mouth shut
And make my moves on time
Gave up on Ronald McDonalds
Post that weak shit for like and a follow
Went back to the original sound
Stop listening to
Cotton-headed-ninny-muggin rapping ass clowns
Fighting over kings crown
Debating over shit like new pronouns
I got some face paint you can purchase, but it's worthless
It's not red flags and the (Fill in blank) the concerns us
It's the fact that act like you're not a disturbance
Be a better person, stop doing the whole world a disservice
You look like you acting stupid on purpose
Man keep playing, if you hearing what I'm saying
I might end up meeting you at the fucking circus