"Round Table" lyrics

Huh!
Ayo

Round table, I'm in the boss's seat
Told 'em, "It costs to eat"
Inside my office, lookin' at office sheets
Feds set up surveillance 'cross the street
They got some visuals but ain't no audio, we don't often speak
Pardon my speech, I don't talk to strangers
The main character, but I barely speak, like Schwarzenegger
I shit on niggas like it's part of nature
He caught a vapor
The ones who felt the worst had the shortest paper
My car became your source of anger, now you stressed
That's how you turn a garage into a torture chamber
Talkin' gangster 'til you walk in danger
He was offered to put in work
But know he can't afford that cost of labor
We fought cases from tossin' paper
Where you're more than a thug, the lawyer and judge do courtroom favors
Now I find myself in corporate places
They heard I made seven figures this year
With no support from majors
And the mainstream market major, but I don't need the mainstream
To build a underground vault with paper
I'm a real street orchestrator
And the drum that's attached to my gun look like a alternator
Trust!