Round Table Talk (feat. Ace the Legynd & Dre Smoove)

Uh uh uh  Uh uh oh yeh  Wellsaydat  Round table talk I don't wanna brag  But I came a long way from them brown bags  Them corporate offices are so afraid of my brown ass  Keep this loop running like 3 stacks off in Baghdad  Round table talk  I'm sitting like Pauly when I Polly with my party  Y'all got too many circles what you manufacture Audi  Y'all niggas moving sloppy plus you spend your money gaudy  I may ride shotgun but I still call all the shotty's pop  Hands free bodies drop  Lord forgive me for what I'm bout to do  I put it in your hands cause you got Me through every obstacle  But some niggas try to make every mission impossible  Before I slide on em' while I but I ain't Tom Cruise  I'm just tryna stack as many opposites from when you lose  Cause if you choose to interrupt  You force me not to give a f*ck  You could tattoo the ground with that white chalk  Nigga what  And why should I be shook I played my hand right every chance that I took  Knowing if I cut it right I was bound to win the book  And my partner knew the play I ain't even have to look  I done sat back wit killers reaped the spoils of a Jux  I done made so many plays they still eating off my cook  I brought rounds to the table before this feature got hooked  Need the fruits of my labor by the foot  Look I be stepping in some Jordans you can't cop at the store  Peep the walk all these whores getting soft off allure  Stomach shot opp moving like he sore in his core  Stat padding they ain talking bout the score anymore  What you brought to the table what you putting on these plates  Ask Dre when I'm cheffing it got legendary taste  Through the wars through the hate I done scored with the greats  Talk to me when y'all niggas raise the stakes  Ace  We them ones  That ain't with the nonsense  Round table talk  For some niggas with conscious  Could never blackball  With all this lyrical content  But this is how its meant to be  This is the ghetto symphony  I just had an epiphany  What's good with the industry  Blackball a nigga  For reasons they do religiously  We bring down our kings  Just to worship who we shouldn't be  Devil just be cruising  With all of this tom foolery  And imma break him down  With every given opportunity  God sent  So no i'm not dealing with the fuckery  Boom bye bye  To anybody try n come for me  Ya girl on my line  That shit buzzing like a bumble bee  Head is always lovely  Especially off the bubbly  The season is forever  Bag multiplying comfortably  Season  Oh yeh  All I need in this world of sin  Is a pin to my account and a stick that won't jam  A lie detector test so I can really tell who my mans is  Had a picture perfect life with mad holes in my canvas  None of them can stand to this  Like the son of Sam bitch I'll do you for my dog straight through the boulevard  And like that dude Lavar on son niggas got ball