You grew up around squares, I grew up around villains
That sacrifice they life, just to make a living
Out here earning stripes, running laps just to get it
The marathon continues, running laps round these niggas

You grew up around squares, I grew up around villains
That sacrifice they life, just to make a living
Out here earning stripes, running laps just to get it
The marathon continues, running laps round these niggas

Riding with the windows down, I'm big and I'm Pac
I'm willing to ride, I'm ready to die
Plugged in with the good guys, they saying I'm tied
You steady faking till you make it, you living them lies

I'm just fucking these hoes, you be giving them time
I give them don Perion, then I'm closing the blinds
I'm on some whole different shit, 100 blicks in the house
So don't be playing with the young, we airing shit out
Fuck we caring about, you do it for clout
And if I'm coming for you nigga, it won't be announced
I pull up unannounced, we gon' let that shawty bounce
Pull up with them Nick Cannons, all my villains wilin' out
Posted at my momma house, O's in my momma couch
Wasn't trying to do no bad momma, I was trying to get us out
I was up in school, skipping class, I had a vision
Wasn't hanging with no lames, real talk, I was with killers

You grew up round squares, I grew up around villains
That sacrifice they life, just to make a living
Out here earning stripes, running laps, just to get it
The marathon continues, running laps, round these niggas

You grew up around squares, I grew up around villains
The sacrifice they like, just to make a living
Out here earning stripes, running laps, just to get it
The marathon continues, running laps, around these niggas

I been running laps, all in circles, round these squares
Probably put a hundred thousand miles on these Nike airs
Yeah, I can't help it, I'm a bag chaser
I gotta get it, I need it, it's not a feeling greater
They say money makes the world turn
But it'll turn your friends foe, that's a lesson learned
Cut the squares out my circle, now it's much smaller
Just met a plug yesterday, and I might call her

Numbers lower than midgets playing limbo
I'm kicking ass on the ave, the new Kimbo
Momma always told me I'd be great
So I make these sacrifices to make sure we straight

By crook or by hook, you better get the dough
So if it's moving slow, you better get a
I'm from a different cloth, so I'm cut different
I was raised in the streets, I grew up different

You grew up around squares, I grew up around villains
The sacrifice they life, just to make a living
Out here earning stripes, running laps, just to get it
The marathon continues, running laps, around these niggas

Yeah, yeah

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Writer(s): Carleton Harrison, Lenell Young