Squares Out Your Circle

[Hook: Future] 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 [Verse 1] 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 Im never home buying multiple luggage Im 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] 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, Benedict Arnold 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 niggas off Sever your ties completely Future preach [Hook]