Squares Out Your Circle

You got people that surround you
 They gone try they best to down you
 Keep them squares up out your circle
 What don't kill you gone hurt you
 And it's only gone get worser
 It's only gone get…
 You got people that surround you
 They gone try they best to down you
 Keep them squares up out your circle
 What don't kill you gone hurt you
 And its only gone get worser
 And it's only you get worser
 I had to cut them niggas off, they ain't mean me no good
 Hate when I'm on TV, love when I was stuck in the hood
 I had to maximize my craft, get up off my ass
 My bitches say they gonna leave me
 Always sit and I laugh, I just laugh
 Cut up the bass, cut down treble
 This what I tell em
 I'm a loner Dottie, I'm a rebel it's whatever
 I wish I could take everybody with me
 But I can't so I ain't
 But I ain't gonna lie, if I could I do it
 I know different languages, speak a few of them fluent
 In other words what I'm tryin to say I ain't in the USA
 I've been tryin to stay away, the states ain't big enough for me
 Right now I'm in Belize
 You say you called, I was probably sleep
 It's midnight in Georgia, where I'm at its noon
 And ain't' coming back that way no time soon
 These niggas talking bout they new cars
 To me thats a waste of money
 I'm never home buying multiple luggage I'm trying to stay gone
 Black called me from the bing
 Told me hold it down I told him hold his head
 I guess we're sayin the same thing
 Number one rule of the game, play for keeps
 Sleep with one eye open, these streets a beast
 Future preach
 Pray the Lord to help me spot my foes
 Next thing you know I started losing friends
 Ain't' got the energy for no foolishness
 I got a list of shit to do
 Make believers out of atheists
 What's going on with you
 I'm a barb wire tie, gotta stay sharp
 Cross my heart, Cross by my heart
 Spit chrome heart; Help me spot the fakes
 Wolves in sheep clothing, I loath them
 Donnie Brasco, feeling dishonored
 Shall not be harmed by any weapon formed
 So I'm not alarmed, plus I stay armed
 They mad cause they off and I stay on
 Plus I done got better so the hatin done got worse
 Constantly travelling, show business
 You think Rocko got them millions, that ain't yo business
 They tried to count me out
 But if its one thing you can count on
 You can count on me
 Sometimes you gotta cut off your finger
 To save your hand
 You don't understand what that means
 That's that gangrene
 Decapitate, Amputate
 Cut it off
 Sever your ties completely
 Future preach