Round N’ Round - C-Note, Variety

Got a pocket full of stacks, and a chronic sack

Drop top down Scott, I was born to mack

Put my mama on play, cause I was born to stack

And the boy won’t stop, till he get the plack

Raise hell when he sell, can you picture that

I’m the same old O.G., move like a whole ki'

Circle the block, and stop by the police

Represent the fo' leaf, now it’s mo' beef

Mo' cops on the street, cause it’s no peace

Running out of hope man, I can’t cope man

They got the block cocked, looking for the dope man

We all in the scope man, while they lurking

All in they crib, steady looking and searching

But I was on the Boulevard, flipping and hurting

Raising up skirts, and steady networking

Round and round, as the whole world turns

Can’t miss my turn, cause you live and you learn

It go round and round, as the whole world turns

Can’t miss my turn, while the swishers burn

2006, there’s a lot of shit in the mix

Just last year, them fucking FEDs found plenty bricks

Though the number one rule, don’t trust a bitch

Everybody go down, when a chicken snitch

Life in the fast lane, money cars weed caine

Ain’t trying to get caught up, in the street fame

Tell em all, I’m a product of the streets mayn

Switch lanes, swang and bang diamonds against the grain

Six things, what I’m pulling out

Can you tell backpack, ghetto dreams we fulfilling out

Now you see, what they talking bout

Let em know Third Coast in the do', when we knock em out

I told them boys, a long time ago

I’m worldwide nigga, like the satellite radio

You can see me, on the video

C-Note got that do', you can’t fuck with the flow nigga

You see me, rolling now (you see me rolling)

You see me, holding now (you see me holding)

It’s going down, in the H-Town

Keep my pockets swollen now (swollen now) — 2x

(*scratching*)