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[intro]
(the circle)

[verse 1: ys]
ayy, if it’s a body for a body, we gon’ chalk it out
i did some sh+t up in these streets that i can’t talk about
we walk ’em down, no attempts, leave ’em on the ground
i’m top rank up in this sh+t, i be they listen now
when i was down bad, i ain’t have my hand out
granny whipped my ass, she found my guns in the d+mn couch
i ain’t finna argue on the ‘net, these n+ggas fanned out
i don’t need no diamonds on my neck, i still stand out
[verse 2: vvsbeezy]
if it’s blue sight on the bl!ck, make my aim better
300k in the vault next to the vacuum sealer
i like molly, but i’m fallin’ in love with paink!llers
i’ll sacrifice еnough to f+ck a b+tch, kylie jenner
i’ll stop sеllin’ dog for that one letter
get back to scammin’ on that ass if it involve an m
i ain’t got friends, i got stans, i feel like eminem
shh, i told the b+tch it’s either me or them

[verse 3: fre$h]
i had a trunk full of bales while my ex was drivin’
if my plug go to jail, he gettin’ extradited
a hundred k off one play, now the bezel shinin’
diamonds clearer than a runway when the jet arrivin’
i touch down down in wayne county just to catch the lions
a n+gga fly every day, they thinkin’ fre$h a pilot
yeah, we slide with guns, think it’s john salley
or just hit you with the tec like silicon valley

[verse 4: ys]
ayy, i know these lil’ b+tches fraud and they ain’t ’bout it
was a shorty with a 40 and they knew i was a savage
i ain’t in the audience, but i’m so used to all this cappin’
and i got a lot to lose, so i can’t get caught lackin’
[verse 5: vvsbeezy]
hit your block with this bl!ck, throw your crocs in sport
put the switch on a b+tch, yeah, the glockies of course
bench warren, sip the act’ ’cause i don’t go to court
we gon’ hold court, pop his head like a f+ckin’ cork
get his man too, smoke his ass like a f+ckin’ ‘port
f+ck a camera, put it on live and let ’em screen record
for the record, i just scratched another opp up off the board
for the record, she just stuffed a grip, but she can stuff more

[verse 6: fre$h]
for the cheddar, she gon’ start to strip until her muscles sore
i’m cut from a different cloth, you n+ggas soft as a velour
i been sippin’ lean since act’ was comin’ out of baltimore
that’s why you never see us countin’ for (push that sh+t out, sk!lla)

[verse 7: sk!lla baby]
huh, lock in so i can wear my kit around bompton
i get a n+gga shot or beat him up, bernard hopkins
my young n+gga don’t really k!ll sh+t, but he be robbin’
huh, i only want the k!llers in the circle, n+gga gon’ sign ’em
i wonder if she like my d+ck more or my diamonds
my fiend a fool, fell in love with the food, frankie lymon
huh, i keep steppin’ on these n+ggas’ necks, they need the heimlich
i’ll noodle me a n+gga, turn his brain into ramen
[verse 8: tc ro]
i was down bad, then i got with the circle, perfect timin’
lil’ bro tote a four+five, boy, that b+tch’ll drop a lineman
grew up mannish, seventh grade, i was breakin’ b+tches’ hymens
you be on that b+tch ass, young dog, i be behind it
i’m the sh+t, i’ll say that sh+t a million times, now you reminded
i was tricked into the game, the gold chains had me blinded
i be talkin’ ’bout my life, it just so happen it be rhymin’
n+ggas be doin’ what i say like i’m simon

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