Circulate (Freestyle)

[Verse]

Hey, this that round table talk, Godfather speech

Jury (?) flashin', toast glasses to the mashin'

Dollars circulatin', haters congregatin'

We know it, we focused and waitin', fuck 'em

I do my dirt in the open, let the folk keep scopin'

They can't stop my coastin', not used to this motion

I touch nothin'

There's no bustin'

I'm too important

Yea, the king of the fortress

Niggas is eatin' 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 whoppin' the baker

Send him up to his maker, this is nothin' 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 till they ridged

Cause that's when the Feds start indictment business

Payoffs keep the weight off, till you go legit

Buy land, flip houses, to clean up shit

I'm talkin' Miami loungin', skatin' away free

But somethings in life just ain't meant for me

I hustle till the sun up

The hardest thing to do when you down is come up

Get cars slippin' at a stoplight, gun up

Keep a hurter (?) close if a nigga try to run up

Real niggas out here tryin' 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 rockin' 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 buildin' till you show me the spot shit

Whats the combination when they leavin' and when do they drop shit

Get money nigga, fuck what they talkin' 'bout

Last nigga comin' in, the only nigga walkin' out

Krizzle!

[Outro:]

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 sayin' the South ain't hip hop

You got me fucked up

Get money nigga!