Round Table - 38 Spesh

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 stressd

That’s how you turn a garage into a torture chamber

Talkin' gangstr '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!