Da Circle

Da Circle - 4 Profits lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Starting out I was a young whippersnapper

Popping tags early as a lee patch snatcher

Elite backpacker receive that stature

Beast in all beats make my receipts stack up

Decimal tacker decked a few slackers

My dough showing low whoever owe getting slapped up

Don’t mix the facts up Da Circle rip the tracks up

Independent hustle motherfucker state tax cuts

I’m a rap nut sick like a trap smut

Want my pockets knotty like dreads when they nap up

Brooklyn’s backup ? the top actor

Real niggas take your territory rip your map up

A 90s nigga pussy boy get jacked up

I’m a shark you got balls get racked up

Steal a scene with GT in a wack dub

? on the set all these fake niggas wack

[Verse 2]

I’ve been in this game for years it made me the cult leader

There’s rules to this shit I wrote encyclopedias did seminars

Drop jewels on brains that were locked in a cage

Public Enemy meets the Prophets of Rage

From a project lobby to a Rock The Bell stage

From a nonsense hobby to writing rhymes and getting paid

Reputation’s the cornerstone of respect

So I stay murderous when recordable to cassette

And I remain the same way to this very day

While many others have come and gone on their merry way

Fuck creating my own lane I created several lanes

My own highway and do it my way

And fuck following trends my motto is when

Everybody slide right I’mma slide to the left

And do my own thing Uncle Howie making dollars

And I own all my masters no one’s raping ours

[Chorus]

4 profits for the paper

Yeah we underground moving major

Mix your grind with your hustle

Come up with a brustle

I got enough muscle to make your money double

Push it to the limit get it how you live it

Collect your digits let em stack then you flip it

And being broke is a condition you ain’t trying to live in

Till my casket drops getting gwap’s the mission

[Verse 3]

I’m trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents

So I grab my Blackberry begin to invent

Rhymes that reflect the struggle

Respect the hustle nouns and verbs connect the bubble

Keep a smut broad like an ATM card

No wife and swiping transaction ?

One in a million you treat her like a queen when my phone bill is due

Rape that bitch hard when her money get right

We can reconcile honey when your money get right

Gigolo yes indeed go ahead and judge

I don’t give a fuck not for free

Chubby chaser’s top choice the golden voice

Betty Crocker she give me cake I keep her box moist

My dick got a tax ID

Your boy ? a four profit LLC

[Verse 4]

You’re talking about money we can get it dog

I hit you with a package you can get it all

Take a minute give a call no skipping off

It’ll cross in the front like a center guard

I ain’t with it dog I’ll knock your fitted off

Put a show on I’m the horror flick to spin it off

How you been a boss? All your niggas soft

When a real niggas caught cases you ain’t get em off?

I’m overkill show the steel

Cause after 12 BT niggas know the deal

Brooklyn brawler like Mike bitches know the drill

I get head but no Hollyfield

Shout to Snoop man the homie trill

I’m the one that crept up and got Bodie killed

On my grind think these battles is my only meal?

I’m over mixtapes till I hit 40 mill

[Chorus]

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