Carnival Pivot Gang (Ft. Benjamin Earl Turner & Sylvan LaCue)

[Intro: Joseph Chilliams]
Ha, yeah, yeah, check
Check, check, yo, mhm, aha
Hey, ho
Ayy, where my Common fans at? Haha
It's, it's, where is it at, though?

[Verse 1: Joseph Chilliams]
Life is like a carnival
Niggas pull up deeper than a dish from Giordano's, bro
She bad as fuck if I'ma go, I don't got baby mamas, though
I'm four-for-four, chill as fuck, just like my persona, bro
Accomplishin' all kinda goals, catch ya like the common cold
Well-connected like the pope
Hide the dope, smokin' hidden leaves like they Naruto
We outside of this harvest, though, make me nut like Sandy Cheeks
I go harder than Gaara go, stunt when I feel horrible

[Verse 2: Saba]
Yeah, I'm doin' damage like the armor low, you dodgin' smoke
Like a kid at dinner, skip that artichoke
I'm master of the aqua-flow
I kick it, they copy, though, they follow me like I'm a troll
She slippery like we went too far out while we was tryna bowl
Pivot gang, the honorable
Drop a classic like I'm Dr. Dre around the chronic smoke
Uncommon as a common dog around a pack of common wolves
Who's a fan of Common? Every sonnet need a Tylenol
Sick shit, kinda raw
Comin' off the bench, I told my mans an' them it was time to ball
This on par with Final Four
They say, "Who the best?" I raise my hand as if my arm was sore
Still alive, keepin' my eyes to the sky like I'm Ray Charles