GOT BARZ PT. 107 SAME CIRCLE

Yeah Doing what I do, yeah, this is God's work So many bars got me pumped up like a mosberg Leader of the roster, but I'm still a mobster At the table with some fine wine and some lobsters Straight outta Lawrence, but they think I come from Yonkers Rolling up another fonto yeah the gas i smoke is bonkers Oh yeah, preparation is key, that's why now All these people out believing in me, try running up on me I'll quickly put that heat to your knee I'm the beast from the east, forever ready to feast Just like the beat, some of them are crying for me The same way that some of them be lying to me They put they black flags up when they be riding for me Building a dynasty, she riding me, I don't get to no privacy I spit crack and I'll make you break your sobriety The state of mass labeled me a menace to society F*ck a job, I started cutting raw and made varieties My freestyles, sound better than they tracks Big facts, and we can bet a couple stacks on it Then, we can run it all the way back to back on it I am the black hornet, not cute but I rap gorgeous I'm running these laps flawless, I'm busting these caps on them I'm becoming a big, I'm becoming a bad problem Some say that I'm that awesome, I don't roll with no rat possums He'll lay in the black coffin, oh Jesus the mag shot him Oh, the flick of blick, now it's time to get lit Hard to resist when all we do is smoke loud in this bitch Counting my chips and then the kid will be out for a trip Hit a lick, took a grip and gave it out to my kids Hitting the strip, I got the fix, I'm taking all of the risks Stirring up the sturdy without using a whisk Stopped at the corner store and I copped me a brisk High as a cliff, blazing piff, working all of my shifts Sharing my gift with the world and some say I'm the shit A lot of haters think the same but they'll never admit It don't matter, cause I'd rather get all my pockets fatter Walk a thin line in my city, or get your brain splattered So much practice really got me in the game faster, you can either pay your debt Or have AKs blast you, blahhh K9's got bars, part one hundred and seven, same circle We out here for real, nine hundred and seventy-eight, we putting in that work New England zone baby When you love something, when you have passion for something Make sure you go hard with it Shit, I'm going hard They ain't think I can get to one hundred I'm at one hundred and seven What up tho