Squadd..

The people in my crew I kick it with everyday

and we dont give a fuck what you have to say

Well take every thing you got, if you dont come lookin to pay

if you cross us too many times, son you better pray

your property will straight get sprayed

you got beef, pull up, this is where I stay

We may not have the racks

but we stay blowin them sacks

We dont fuck with it if it aint the loud packs

Took me awhile to realize, I started to idolize

I can visualize, how my trust got paralyzed

So then I looked at my circle and I anaylized

Cant have the fakes around, cause making it big is why I fantasize

none of em heard my cries

but then I grew up & got wise

Everything they told me was lies

they brought me dark skies

tried acting like tough guys

made me wanna be alone

fuck the south, ill just stay home

thats how I got so good at comin of the dome

it was like call of duty, I layed low and went prone

I stayed in my own zone

Before I came back I made sure I was harder than stone

Now never fear

we all here

I aint trippin

still smoke the weed, but no longer get splifed

so I rely on my homies to help me stay lifted

ill only say this once, so you better listen

For this group of friends I have a vison

Damn straight we grinding

this is life, nigga there aint no rewinding

We gotta keep our head up

And I know its hard when we aint got our bread up

Nigga I was the weak link, always getting set up

Then I got fed up

Now I know my circle

I see them rippin towns with me while we blowin on the purple

while them saint joe tweakers still lookin like a turtle

the weed soil is now fertile

This one goes to my riders

Fuck with one, you get the whole crew of street fighters

flyin over your heads like a couple hand gliders

We gonna make it, so hold up your lighters.