Pac Div – Circle lyrics

No idea’s original, there’s nothing new under the sun
Who’s still livest, who’s still number one
To all my niggas still down roll another one
To all my ladies I’m in town you pull up and come
Niggas stressed, been tired of the bubble gun
Waiting on them Pac Div niggas drop another one
Over ‘fore the summer’s done niggas gon’ do this here
Still crazy with the tool I’ma glue this here
We ain’t spend on you hoes I'ma nuke this year
Brand new bought gun I’ma shoot this clear
Cross you frauds turn broad you dispute my peers
Then ran off with our steez new souvenirs
Y’all still dying over bitches, crying for attention
Slumdog niggas still vibing in the trenches
Strike ya empire Lucious Lyon in ya pigment
Now we never stop grindin’ niggas timin' is stupendous
Shit conniving and suspicious

Got a joint in my hand ‘bout to join hands
We say a prayer then we break bread
We ‘bout our business we don’t play man
We really do this every day man
I keep my circle with real ones
Ones I depend on my real ones
I keep my circle with real ones
Ones I depend on my real ones

What y’all promoting?
Got ya pussy all out just for touring and likes
Real thought provoking
Inspirational quotes while doing yoga splits
Met a celibate lesbian she was on the dick
Cold as shit my nigga ain’t even wanna hit
I’m on my shit legit I’m really on my shit
Show respect to women with self-respect
And not just popping up at the moment she smell a check but
These days the guys is more hoes
Painted nails, eyeliners, cornrows
Gossiping online about Kim K
Old boy you been a ho since the tenth grade
Ayy but shoutout to my real ones
Ladies where you at though let a nigga feel something
Homies where you at though let a nigga smoke something
Got a extra bag on you let a nigga hold something

Got a joint in my hand ‘bout to join hands
We say a prayer then we break bread
We ‘bout our business we don’t play man
We really do this every day man
I keep my circle with real ones
Ones I depend on my real ones
I keep my circle with real ones
Ones I depend on my real ones

Oh ah
It ain’t never been this real since 2Pac
Three grams in the joint roll the oowop
On the corner with my niggas like duwop
Singing ohhh yeaaa
Tell a friend tell a bitch tell that nigga be a man
You don’t stay twelve dog you ain’t fucking Peter Pan
I need less TMZ I want more CNN
Tell the cops guns down keep us off CNN
Tell my dogs play it safe they don’t wanna see you win
Mommas crying everyday never see her kid again aww man
Keep hustling, pimpin’ and pushing and thuggin’ and whippin’ and cooking and all that

Got a joint in my hand ‘bout to join hands
We say a prayer then we break bread
We ‘bout our business we don’t play man
We really do this every day man
I keep my circle with real ones
Ones I depend on my real ones
I keep my circle with real ones
Ones I depend on my real ones