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Round Table
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38 Spesh
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Huh! Ayo Round table, I'm in the boss's seat Told 'em, "It costs to eat" Inside my office, lookin' at office sheets Feds set up surveillance 'cross the street They got some visuals but ain't no audio, we don't often speak Pardon my speech, I don't talk to strangers The main character, but I barely speak, like Schwarzenegger I shit on niggas like it's part of nature He caught a vapor The ones who felt the worst had the shortest paper My car became your source of anger, now you stressеd That's how you turn a garage into a torture chamber Talkin' gangstеr 'til you walk in danger He was offered to put in work But know he can't afford that cost of labor We fought cases from tossin' paper Where you're more than a thug, the lawyer and judge do courtroom favors Now I find myself in corporate places They heard I made seven figures this year With no support from majors And the mainstream market major, but I don't need the mainstream To build a underground vault with paper I'm a real street orchestrator And the drum that's attached to my gun look like a alternator Trust!
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