Full Circle ft. Martin2Nyce & Too Hyda Care Lyrics

What goes around comes around back just to bite ya

Don't let the algorithm determine if I like ya

Boomerang the consequences like it's TV

Don't oversell yourself cause you ain't fiji

Bars over your head like a hat with my logo

Can of whoop ass for sale that's on a bogo

Two of the goated producers in my discog

Don't get lost in the image or the fog

Had to keep a groove to the beat like I'm prince

There ain't nobody like me ever since

Evеr since since I decidеd to make anemoia music

Trap Metal done and gone, they just abused it

Never sell myself for the sake of the fame

Only white boy since Malcom to rock the game

But everybody knows when I'm there it won't be the same or lame

From the wise words of XXXTentacion himself

What is real will always prosper

No doubt about that

If you can put your mind to it then go for it

You couldn't fuck with me if that shit was your lifes permission

Cause all I get is green homie like it's night vision

Uh

Choppa singing like its Mike Bivins

They ain't really wanting the spice just like a white kitchen

I'm different, how I pick up the pad

I'm Gonna start it on a roll just like the Michelin Man

Twin glockies on the spot just like Yosemite Sam

You fucking did it homie, jason mraz you is a hater now

Look, yeah I'm a hazard alright

Your girl passed around the group we call her rappers delight

I act like I'm right

You never take a rappers advice

Because we eat, sleep fuck and wipe our ass with the mic, look

And I'll be waiting for the packed arenas

I'm like the fastest cheetah when he's tryna catch a zebra

Look, I'll spin your block just like a ballerina

You lack a feature I ain't talking fucking alopecia

These two on the song are my greatest producers in my discog

And my friends

Ya'll are fucking killing it out there

Go get em buddy

I think I had enough goodbyes in one lifetime

I'm throwing in the towel, using the lifeline

Tired of being a backbone using my spine

Tired of getting older and not aging like fine wine

Tired of being the one who loves smoke days

Getting high and fucking serve up some hot plates

Tired of being the one to only see it from my eyes

Tired of them telling me what they can't visualize

Tired of my name being dragged through the mud

But I'm too high to care I only smoke bud

That's the only time that I'll say fuck love

Nothing comes between me and the herby stuff

Get my mind right man I gotta be tough

Not in physical form I don't mean buff

I am who I am and for me that's enough

THC is outta here I'm getting beamed up