Circulate Freestyle

(альбом: The Last King - 2009)

Hey, this that round table talk, Godfather speech
Jury [?] flashing, toast glasses to the mashing
Dollars circulating, haters congregating
We know it, we focused and waiting, fuck 'em
I do my dirt in the open, let the folk keep scoping
They can't stop my coasting, not used to this motion
I touch nothing
There's no busting
I'm too important
Yea, the king of the fortress
Niggas is eating off the table I set
Before dessert come out, eliminating the threat
High side on the Jet, like I finally made it
Can't have your cake and eat it, so I'm whopping the baker
Send him up to his maker, this is nothing I savor
Ask God to forgive me... hol' up, I might see him later
Or some chick I fuck way back hate that I'm the boss now
Nigga want some strikes and heard I'm the one to toss now
Plus you gotta watch out for your circle
Best friend from way back when be the nigga that'll murk ya
Sleepless nights is normal now
No more blunts, Cuban cigars, I'm formal now
Let's get it
Never force the pieces 'til they ridged
'Cause that's when the Feds start indictment business
Payoffs keep the weight off, 'til you go legit
Buy land, flip houses, to clean up shit
I'm talking Miami lounging, skating away free
But somethings in life just ain't meant for me
I hustle 'til the sun up
The hardest thing to do when you down is come up
Get cars slipping at a stoplight, gun up
Keep a hurter [?] close if a nigga try to run up
Real niggas out here trying to make this money
If they won't hand it to me, I'mma take this money
Sometimes I hate this money
Hey, I'mma bully in the school of life
I went from no dough to polos and rocking red ice
Rubies, Louie, I got that for my bitch
Bags, rags, tags, to ball and shit
I don't think these niggas hear me though
I'm on that put you on a cereal box shit
See men block shit
Hang you off a building 'til you show me the spot shit
What's the combination when they leaving and when do they drop shit
Get money nigga, fuck what they talking 'bout
Last nigga coming in, the only nigga walking out
Krizzle!

Hey phone tall [?] no cash shit at the end of this one
They say nigga from Mississippi ain't got no lyrical content
And they saying the South ain't hip-hop
You got me fucked up
Get money nigga!