Full Circle lyrics

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SAFE


[Intro: Jay Whiss & Smoke Dawg]
Prime forever
Ahwoolay

[Verse 1: Jimmy Prime]
I don't wanna make you feel a way
I keep my money secret, I'ma take it to the grave
'Cause really I could drop out like any given day
You n*ggas could just hop out and hit me with the K
I wanna leave the world way better than I came
Tryna see the better side but too much haters in the way
Ay-ay-ay-ay
I been gettin' paid
Full Circle, war ready, yeah, we ready for the stage

[Verse 2: Puffy L'z]
Top 'Mali (Top 1, Top 1)
Downtown General
Full Circle, no squares in our visuals
These other rappers should be prayin' for a miracle
Get money, f*ck b*tches, n*ggas know the ritual
Save politics for politicians, y'all political
878 and Prime, never break the principle
This is our time, we shine, you can check the digital
n*ggas say they outside, I guess these n*ggas fictional

[Verse 3: Jay Whiss]
Uh, my closet's like designer heaven
Whiss been gettin' paper since he was 11
She keep on sayin' that she need me, but she need a reverend
Full Circle's all that matters, n*gga, yeah I said it
You know this Benzo cost a lot, I seen her finger had a rock on it
I still got some top in it, my sneakers got a lock on it
And I don't never clean 'em, I buy new ones
You n*ggas had your time, but we the new ones

[Verse 4: SAFE]
Forty five minutes in the Escalade
She gon' run me top, watch it elevate
Baby, know I always get it my way
Drippin', we been sippin' on the high way
Smoking on that high grade
Full Circle, we too dangerous, yeah
Why these n*ggas try to hang with us?
Why these b*tches wanna drink out my cup
Wherever I go, I'm f*ckin' sh*t up
I came with the plug
[Verse 5: Donnie]
Come in and I f*ck it up
Baby girl, double my cup
Muddy-muddy feel like Silly Putty
Phony b*tches actin' buddy-buddy
Only thing I chase is money, honey
How much is you bringin' home?
I'm on the road with the chrome
Chasin' everyone that owes
In the house sh*t was rough
Flip it, sunny side up
Gettin' money in my blood
I can never give it up
n*ggas know we got the touch
It's my n*ggas who I trust
The circle's full, it's just us
Full Circle, just us

[Verse 6: Smoke Dawg]
Full Circle, Full Circle, Full Circle
Tell me who can do it better?
I got your ho under pressure
And I'm flexin' like I'm a wrestler
She want the more, not the lesser
And I whip it up and get extra
I whip that dope like I'm Dexter
The fiends in love with the texture
Broke boys, broke boys
One call, get you wet up
No noise, no noise
Told the opps, "You need to catch up"
Grab the .40 off the dresser
Your block's soft, get your rep up
n*ggas know we the next up
So come correct when you check us
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