We Make a Circle

Didn't need the forecast to tell me, life was cold. 
Learned dat from a early age, 
5 years old. 
Life was hectic, was neglected, so I had to be bold,
Hit da screet wit my feet, ain't da type to fold.
Cryptonite got sold, in glass bottles of forties, slammed a couple then I knuckled wit a couple of homies.
Feel my aura in Aurora, they da type dat know me, lights out wipe out, ain't none of us phony.
From Junebug, da homie lynch and a couple of shorties, 
one house, one screet, one love one heartbeat. 
I can remember when I was doing without it, but when we linked I didn't blink when you said that you was bout it bout it.
I aimed for da throne, seen a lame on da throne, he was slain we seen him laying just right after we throw'em. Like saint Louis we show'em, when we do dis we show'em, my life is like how a poet writes one of the hardest street poems. Y'all know how I feel, unseal, a record a two, y'all was calling me Steel, brought that two eleven to you. Y'all asked, about my past in Tuck town, be quiet and let us duck down, and get da lit and sit around on da ground. 

(Hook)
We make a circle when we round each other, my sisters and my brothers, we ain't blood but how we love ain't like no other.
Each other's back is covered, and we don't trust no other, da Cadillac is full of dat how we burn rubber (repeat)

Growing up I had an older homie, by the name of Mark, His younger brother and my older brother chilling in the park. Four Brothers early 1990s, a mountain neighborhood where you going to find me. Police right behind me, run for the border, got a piece behind me, up in a holster. 
Puppet up it you going duck it if I aim, 
I take them duck it's out yo pocket was taught it from game. Blue bug rumbles thru da hood in society we menace, A mountain to da N store, so we can replenish.
Sunset and we ain't done yet, rim-a-nen-us, flash back got sum cash back, we ain't finished. Forty ounce of old E, bounce wit my home-e, cruise until we, sitting up on E. Da story is war, we trading war store-e's, smoking dat Mary Jane she one of our show-dees.
That was da hand that I was dealt, so I put a poker face on, sometimes I had to bluff so ya boy could play along.
All in is what I'm calling, you better hope dat you win, cus if you don't you come up show't and come close to yo end. 

(Hook)
We make a circle when we round each other, my sisters and my brothers, we ain't blood but how we love ain't like no other.
Each other's back is covered, and we don't trust no other, da Cadillac is full of dat how we burn rubber (repeat)

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