Round Table Convo Lyrics

I bag bitches with my fathers features

Give hope to the non believers, My gold charm prestigious

I seen niggas lose they life for reachen

Only God got the righteous teachings, I drop the bread of the prices decent

The right dope will keep a student fiening

My left stroke had the pussy queffing, She love it when I'm beasting

Ebe, everybody eating

Yea ebe, everybody eating

Round table politics, titles are inadequate

Efforts shows worth and actions tells if you are passionate

Zombee U graduate, intelligent and talented

On a wanted poster because I'm African

Cell shut, what am I imagining

Took those greens off walked out the gate said I ain't never coming back again

Next month trafficking, weight up my math again

He put his tax on it, so I no choice taxing it

I count it so accurate, focus on the cum and not 18

The come back and you'll be stacking it

Flip it bring back again, throw it in ya stash again

So when you pull up on em you be shitting like a laxative

Give these hoes ya ass to kiss, grind and get ya 22.cabbage quick

22.I swear I hear voices everytime the plastic rip

By design no accident, took the game and 24.mastered it

If you miss ya shot get ya boards by attacking it

I swear to god I cried when kahary died, for like a 26.week straight

Took alot Ls that year, was in a weak state

Mama luv ain't at her best, but she straight

And I pray my guys come home on they release date