Long time I've waited anticipating
I was going hard on this music when nobody would support me
I survived all of them hits
Gotta thank God for all of my kids
Gotta ask God to forgive me for my sins
Gotta thank God for all of my blessings
Back when a nigga was young used to hang in the streets alot was a stick up boy
Man I wish I did different wish I did listen
I was so stubborn
No father to learn from
But I was eager to do it all by myself
But I was
Trapped in a circle
With no one to learn from
All I ever did a struggle
And I promised myself that I would never struggle again
I got rid of all those fake ones
The un organic ones
The ones that just want something
The ones that don't mean nothing
And no I don't owe you shit
Everything I got I worked for it
Even went and built my own business
Just to show you niggas you ain't shit
Back when a nigga was young used to dream about it every day down the corner mall
Me and my niggas beatboxing in a circle selling mixed tapes singing from the soul
With nobody to learn from
But I was eager to do it all by myself But I was
Trapped in a circle
With no one to learn from
All I ever did a struggle
And I promised myself that I would never struggle again
Sitting here reminiscing
When I didn't have shit man
Look at all these pictures
Wheres mama she's missing
No dad naw whos he
Oh shit yo look at me
Damn that's crazy damn I was young as shit
B-O-S-T-O you know we all out here trying to make way
But you hot I'll be over there in the shade
Naw I'm cool like a cold glass of lemonade
So you niggas can never implicate my name
My son want it my daughters want it they got it
My bitch bad I keep her dressed exotic wooo
I remember I aint have shit
Didn't have a pot to piss
And now I'm taking long ass trips
To double up my investments
Trapped in a circle
With no one to learn from
All I ever did a struggle
And I promised myself that I would never struggle again
I'm just counting all my blessings Thank ya
Wait word up yeah
Counting all my
I'm just counting all my blessings Thank ya
Wait hold up yeah
Counting all my
I'm just counting all my blessings Thank ya
Wait word up yeah
Counting all my
I'm just counting all my blessings Thank ya
Wait hold up yeah counting all my
Thank ya
Jv Darapsinga - Circle Lyrics
Jv Darapsinga - Circle Lyrics
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Long time I've waited anticipating
I was going hard on this music when nobody would support me
I survived all of them hits
Gotta thank God for all of my kids
Gotta ask God to forgive me for my sins
Gotta thank God for all of my blessings
Back when a nigga was young used to hang in the streets alot was a stick up boy
Man I wish I did different wish I did listen
I was so stubborn
No father to learn from
But I was eager to do it all by myself
But I was
Trapped in a circle
With no one to learn from
All I ever did a struggle
And I promised myself that I would never struggle again
I got rid of all those fake ones
The un organic ones
The ones that just want something
The ones that don't mean nothing
And no I don't owe you shit
Everything I got I worked for it
Even went and built my own business
Just to show you niggas you ain't shit
Back when a nigga was young used to dream about it every day down the corner mall
Me and my niggas beatboxing in a circle selling mixed tapes singing from the soul
With nobody to learn from
But I was eager to do it all by myself But I was
Trapped in a circle
With no one to learn from
All I ever did a struggle
And I promised myself that I would never struggle again
Sitting here reminiscing
When I didn't have shit man
Look at all these pictures
Wheres mama she's missing
No dad naw whos he
Oh shit yo look at me
Damn that's crazy damn I was young as shit
B-O-S-T-O you know we all out here trying to make way
But you hot I'll be over there in the shade
Naw I'm cool like a cold glass of lemonade
So you niggas can never implicate my name
My son want it my daughters want it they got it
My bitch bad I keep her dressed exotic wooo
I remember I aint have shit
Didn't have a pot to piss
And now I'm taking long ass trips
To double up my investments
Trapped in a circle
With no one to learn from
All I ever did a struggle
And I promised myself that I would never struggle again
I'm just counting all my blessings Thank ya
Wait word up yeah
Counting all my
I'm just counting all my blessings Thank ya
Wait hold up yeah
Counting all my
I'm just counting all my blessings Thank ya
Wait word up yeah
Counting all my
I'm just counting all my blessings Thank ya
Wait hold up yeah counting all my
Thank ya
I was going hard on this music when nobody would support me
I survived all of them hits
Gotta thank God for all of my kids
Gotta ask God to forgive me for my sins
Gotta thank God for all of my blessings
Back when a nigga was young used to hang in the streets alot was a stick up boy
Man I wish I did different wish I did listen
I was so stubborn
No father to learn from
But I was eager to do it all by myself
But I was
Trapped in a circle
With no one to learn from
All I ever did a struggle
And I promised myself that I would never struggle again
I got rid of all those fake ones
The un organic ones
The ones that just want something
The ones that don't mean nothing
And no I don't owe you shit
Everything I got I worked for it
Even went and built my own business
Just to show you niggas you ain't shit
Back when a nigga was young used to dream about it every day down the corner mall
Me and my niggas beatboxing in a circle selling mixed tapes singing from the soul
With nobody to learn from
But I was eager to do it all by myself But I was
Trapped in a circle
With no one to learn from
All I ever did a struggle
And I promised myself that I would never struggle again
Sitting here reminiscing
When I didn't have shit man
Look at all these pictures
Wheres mama she's missing
No dad naw whos he
Oh shit yo look at me
Damn that's crazy damn I was young as shit
B-O-S-T-O you know we all out here trying to make way
But you hot I'll be over there in the shade
Naw I'm cool like a cold glass of lemonade
So you niggas can never implicate my name
My son want it my daughters want it they got it
My bitch bad I keep her dressed exotic wooo
I remember I aint have shit
Didn't have a pot to piss
And now I'm taking long ass trips
To double up my investments
Trapped in a circle
With no one to learn from
All I ever did a struggle
And I promised myself that I would never struggle again
I'm just counting all my blessings Thank ya
Wait word up yeah
Counting all my
I'm just counting all my blessings Thank ya
Wait hold up yeah
Counting all my
I'm just counting all my blessings Thank ya
Wait word up yeah
Counting all my
I'm just counting all my blessings Thank ya
Wait hold up yeah counting all my
Thank ya
Writer: Javon Townes
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