Deen Chase - Cirque Du Freak Lyrics

I used to creep through streets with bud up in my sock (Yup)
Then sneak to class and wish that I was on the block (Yup)
I'm smoking reefer, teachers' boy don't make it hot (Yup)
Spent decent time in precincts, running from the cops (Yup)
Been tryna cook up and these niggas being mixy
'Where you going, where you at and where you been, Deen?'
'I heard you been up in your bag,' nigga Fendi
Don't ask about me, that's unless you are commending
I been that nigga for like 4 long years
No looking back, 'cause dog we almost there

Niggas clowns, Cirque Du Freak
And we show no fear
Niggas clowns, Cirque Du Freak
And we show no fear