Squares Out Your Circle

You got people that surround you

They gone try they best to down you

Keep them squares up out your circle

What don't kill you gone hurt you

And it's only gone get worser

It's only gone get...

You got people that surround you

They gone try they best to down you

Keep them squares up out your circle

What don't kill you gone hurt you

And it's only gone get worser

And it's only you get worser

I had to cut them n-ggas off, they ain't mean me no good

Hate when I'm on TV, love when I was stuck in the hood

I had to maximize my craft, get up off my ass

My bitches say they gonna leave me

Always sit and I laugh, I just laugh

Cut up the bass, cut down treble

This what I tell em

I'm a loner Dottie, I'm a rebel it's whatever

I wish I could take everybody with me

But I can't so I ain't

But I ain't gonna lie, if I could I do it

I know different languages, speak a few of them fluent

In other words what I'm tryin to say I ain't in the USA

I've been tryin to stay away, the states ain't big enough for me

Right now I'm in Belize

You say you called, I was probably sleep

It's midnight in Georgia, where I'm at it's noon

And ain't' coming back that way no time soon

These n-ggas talking bout they new cars

To me that's a waste of money

I'm never home buying multiple luggage I'm trying to stay gone

Black called me from the bing

Told me hold it down I told him hold his head

I guess we're sayin the same thing

Number one rule of the game, play for keeps

Sleep with one eye open, these streets a beast

Future preach

Pray the Lord to help me spot my foes

Next thing you know I started losing friends

Ain't' got the energy for no foolishness

I got a list of shit to do

Make believers out of atheists

What's going on with you

I'm a barb wire tie, gotta stay sharp

Cross my heart, Cross by my heart

Spit chrome heart; Help me spot the fakes

Wolves in sheep clothing, I loath them

Donnie Brasco, feeling dishonored

Shall not be harmed by any weapon formed

So I'm not alarmed, plus I stay armed

They mad cause they off and I stay on

Plus I done got better so the hatin done got worse

Constantly traveling, show business

You think Rocko got them millions, that ain't yo business

They tried to count me out

But if it's one thing you can count on

You can count on me

Sometimes you gotta cut off your finger

To save your hand

You don't understand what that means

That's that gangrene

Decapitate, Amputate

Cut it off

Sever your ties completely

Future preach

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