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Round Table
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Round table, I'm in the boss's seat
Told them it cost to eat
Inside of my office looking at offer sheets
Feds set up surveillance across 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 call became your source of anger
Now you stressed, that's how you turn a garage into a torture chamber
Talking gangsta till you walk in danger
He was offered to put in work but no
He can't afford that cost of labor
We fought cases from tossing paper
When you more than a thug, the lawyer and judge do courtroom favors
Now I found 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 an underground vault with paper
I'm a real street orchestrator
And the drum that's attached to my gun look like an alternator
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