circle

Singer: pac div

no idea's original

there's nothing new under the sun

who's still livest

who's still number one

to all my niggas still down roll another one

to all my ladies i'm in town you pull up and come

niggas stressed

been tired of the bubble gun

waiting on them pac div niggas drop another one

over 'fore the summer's done niggas gon' do this here

still crazy with the tool i'ma glue this here

we ain't spend on you hoes i this year

brand new bought gun i'ma shoot this clear

cross you frauds turn broad you dispute my peers

then ran off with our steez new souvenirs

y'all still dying over bitches

crying for attention

slumdog niggas still vibing in the trenches

strike ya empire lucious lyon in ya pigment

now we never stop grindin' niggas time is independent

got a joint in my hand 'bout to join hands

we say a prayer then we break bread

we 'bout our business we don't play man

we really do this every day man

i keep my circle with real ones

ones i depend on my real ones

i keep my circle with real ones

ones i depend on my real ones

what y'all promoting?

got ya pussy all out just for and likes

real thought provoking

inspirational quotes while doing yoga splits

met a celibate lesbian she was on the dick

cold as shit my nigga ain't even wanna hit

i'm on my shit legit i'm really on my shit

show respect to women with self-respect

and not just popping up at the moment she smell a check but

these days the guys is more hoes

painted nails

eyeliners

cornrows

gossiping online about kim k

old boy you been a ho since the tenth grade

ayy but shoutout to my real ones

ladies where you at though let a nigga feel something

homies where you at though let a nigga smoke something

got a extra bag on you let a nigga hold something

got a joint in my hand 'bout to join hands

we say a prayer then we break bread

we 'bout our business we don't play man

we really do this every day man

i keep my circle with real ones

ones i depend on my real ones

i keep my circle with real ones

ones i depend on my real ones

oh ah

it ain't never been this real since 2pac

three grams in the joint roll the oowop

on the corner with my niggas like duwop

singing ohhh yeaaa

tell a friend tell a bitch tell that nigga be a man

you don't stay twelve dog you ain't fucking peter pan

i need less tmz i want more cnn

tell the cops guns down keep us off cnn

tell my dogs play it safe they don't wanna see you win

mommas crying everyday never see her kid again aww man

keep hustling

pimpin' and pushing and thuggin' and whippin' and cooking and all that

got a joint in my hand 'bout to join hands

we say a prayer then we break bread

we 'bout our business we don't play man

we really do this every day man

i keep my circle with real ones

ones i depend on my real ones

i keep my circle with real ones

ones i depend on my real ones

Lyric Context: circle - pac div