BOZOS Tobe Nwigwe (Ft. Big K.R.I.T.)

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Ayy look, my mama was a hustler, my daddy not so much
I grew up where if you look suspicious they called ya bluff
Powder puffs couldn't make it in the concrete jungle
If you found stumbling then they pull up right around yo' bumper
And make you run it all for no reason like Forest Gump and get the gun involved
If you get to thinking you tough, I swear, it's protocol
They fiending for reasons to bust and they don't know no laws
Other than keeping it tucked in they drawers or they britches
'Cause a ditch can always find you if you slippin' or you trippin'
Without a map, let me guide you down the road less traveled
Don't let that gravel define you 'cause it's plenty folk that made it
Down the path they had been assigned to at birth
Worth in the earth ain't determined by ya girth
No matter how big ya get we all gon' end up in dirt
Rehearse all that hurt and you'll end up with a purse
Of digits that only make you livid when they're dispersed
Into your cellular device, try to play it wise
That is a hell of a disguise that you wear across your eyes
Like a bandit, candid
Pictures only show that you've been standin', slanted
In someone's vision that leaves you stranded, and with
Nothing to show for all the demanding bandwidth
Used, in hopes you get approved
By a dude who's confused on exactly what to do
With ya royalty, loyalty
Can often cost you buoyancy
When it's connected to folk that's drowning
Choose love that constantly keeps you grounded
And don't join the circus if you ain't clownin'