In My Circle
Niggas in my circle they don't hesitate to murder shit. Best believe I'm talking first degree on every word I spit. Catch a body count on all these rappers that's superfluous. Define me in one word I say I'm turbulence with burning hits. Bad as you are baby you don't even have a clue. All the choices I could have but now I find myself with you. Take a gamble out of life and lemme see you make a move. I'm just playing my position, what's the odds that imma lose? Ain't to many friends that made it. Loyalty is overrated. Real is deep inside my blood I pray to God that imma make it. Don't have time for all that faking. Waste a minute of my patience. It's a lot of niggas hating in yo face like they embrace it. Ain't no squares inside my circle mixing henny with that purple. Got me faded faded faded living life without no purpose. It's some friends you have to break from when they clearly don't deserve it. As I look around and see who's with me who the fuck is lurking?
I know I done some wrong in my life, just praying to the Lord, just hoping he make it right
And all these niggas tryna stab me with that knife, just praying to the Lord that I make it through the night
They scheming on me, plotting trying to get in my pockets homie. I had to get it by my lonely, been in the Port for so long these niggas so corny. Numbing my brain from the pain, that's why I'm rolling this OG. My nigga got hit in the field, and now I'm feeling alone B. Keep my head up cause I know lil bro would want me to do big things. Watch how I ball, do this shit for Jean, niggas outchea telling taller tales than Yao Ming. Niggas out here claim they 1K, counting up racks but people gone say what they say. Continue moving so fast, you didn't notice yo bitch gave me brain. Niggas just always wanting the fame, always throwing that dirt on my name. How I'm having premonitions of hearing Jah'rae from the crowd it rang? Nigga watch how I ball, going to the skies nigga never lie. And you know what I'm bout to do, I hit that bitch and then she cry
I know I done some wrong in my life, just praying to the Lord, just hoping he make it right
And all these niggas tryna stab me with that knife, just praying to the Lord that I make it through the night
I don't really like to write shit, so imma write quick. You the type to walk in a party claim you pipe shit. But homeboy I'm not pressed by you, tryna fight and shit. Cause I love to tote, big lasers and love robbing shit. Yo lil hoe love my Trus and my Robbins bitch. I got one heart and that's for the gang, you know we mobbing bitch. We can drop his ass today cause I don't really like to wait. Catch me riding in the V, on the south these niggas snakes. Smoke dope like Jamaicans do, ripping shit what I love to do, killing shit what we gotta do, if you looking fuck wrong witchu. Spit so much fire gotta wash it down with some VOSS. And all my niggas getting check, boss not talking Rick Ross. Niggas used to be TTB until we had a loss. Clapping on the East, so they set theyself up with the cost. I'm going in I'm going strong, rocking pink Polo Robins, I don't fuck with V-Lone. I'm in my prime, leave me alone, bitch I'm jocking me, nigga you keep copying me. They like my song, they back with fiends. Shut the fuck up I don't talk to you, we are not friends go broke then I'm robbing you. My team on my back like the Caveliers, usually I'm fresh so clean so casual. Ape in the streets that bag with you, chasing a check, I can see you not fast lil dude. (Ape in the streets that bag with you, chasing a check, I can see you not fast lil dude. You not fast lil dude... You not fast lil dude..) Ape in the streets that bag with you, chasing a check, I can see you not fast lil dude
I know I done some wrong in my life, just praying to the Lord, just hoping he make it right
And all these niggas tryna stab me with that knife, just praying to the Lord that I make it through the night