Round Table Convo

I bag bitches with my fathers features
Give hope to the non believers, My gold charm prestigious

I seen niggas lose they life for reachen
Only God got the righteous teachings, I drop the bread of the prices decent

The right dope will keep a student fiening
My left stroke had the pussy queffing, She love it when I'm beasting

Ebe, everybody eating
Yea ebe, everybody eating

Round table politics, titles are inadequate
Efforts shows worth and actions tells if you are passionate

Zombee U graduate, intelligent and talented
On a wanted poster because I'm African

Cell shut, what am I imagining
Took those greens off walked out the gate said I ain't never coming back again

Next month trafficking, weight up my math again
He put his tax on it, so I no choice taxing it

I count it so accurate, focus on the cum and not 18
The come back and you'll be stacking it

Flip it bring back again, throw it in ya stash again
So when you pull up on em you be shitting like a laxative

Give these hoes ya ass to kiss, grind and get ya 22.cabbage quick
22.I swear I hear voices everytime the plastic rip

By design no accident, took the game and 24.mastered it
If you miss ya shot get ya boards by attacking it

I swear to god I cried when kahary died, for like a 26.week straight
Took alot Ls that year, was in a weak state

Mama luv ain't at her best, but she straight
And I pray my guys come home on they release date



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Writer(s): Erik Williams
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