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what goes around - b. rook [b.rook780] lyrics

[intro]
seven eight sh*t
look

[verse]
sh*t get michael jackson bad, hit the blunt and pass it back
don’t give me a chance, i could turn this sh*t to acid rap
imma need like half of that, then i need the other half
they could fall in line like when summer pass
naa don’t hit me up to run it back
settle for somebody that could give you what i lack
he know he ain’t got it but he willin’ to adapt
i’m too busy puttin’ on, they just puttin’ on a front in fact
the same time we become attached, married to the game
it get lonely in this life but that’s the price for what’s attained
i got icе all on my neck and in my veins
when i usеd to pop cham for the pain
gotta put it down ’til i got the fam in this thang
make ’em famine, my sh*t it don’t jam let it bang, all of that for the team
know it’s all a stretch ’til it’s black limousine, i could never let the racks in between
say i got it sewed up, that’s what it seems
know they wanna tote up macs with the beams
like it’s my fault they off track with they dreams
like it’s my fault that they trapped in they teens
like it’s my fault even if i didn’t rap she attracted to me
but i’ll take accountability
all they sh*t a joke, that’s the only way they k!llin’ me
posted with a vibe that’s an eleven, shoutout millie b
but the story goes, i been bout the cream back since runnin’ in my oreos
swear my self esteem must’ve hit some category lows
try to intervene but i’d rather they ignore me though
someone gotta leave, then they wishin’ it was me, like the maury show
i mean i get it and sh*t, but now they busy gettin’ curved, i’m ahead of that sh*t
d*mob on vendetta with this, all they talk like they read off a script
my sh*t really k!ll the game if i let off a clip, got ’em bitin’ the sound
see if i could right these wrongs just by writin’ ’em down
roll the dice how we movin’ around, what they gon’ do with me now
ain’t no one i’m countin’ on, that sh*t got me countin’ up
what goes around comes around, f*ck ’em they ain’t ’round enough
you could try to hold her down, i know she still down to f*ck, that’s wussup
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