Circle of Gluttony

[Intro]
If you know how to fight six men
We can teach you how to engage six hundred

[Verse 1: Jack Frost]
Had all the connects, lot of pests and a lot of texts
Street fit, niggas on the set, all them on the vet
Peep shit, all them on his dick, don't call him on his shit
It’s deep, niggas probably wanna wear it, all they gonna get is
Keep this, nigga away from me ain't got no aim for key
I see slick, going A to Z don't even wait for me
I’m good, alright, that nigga Porky Pig, get a fork and dig
Niggas doing bids, kill his friends to go and torture his kids
I was taught well from you watch every single angle
This nigga did cover, watch all this shit you say to him
Told me in the raid what I paid and what I ordered last
Tried to read his face, but I can't 'cause he wore the mask
Tried to seal my fate with a statement and autograph
Lawyer got me out so fast they wait to get out do laugh
Spun the door so fuckin' hard hope I would've broke the glass
Bitch ass thinking quick fast, that's how I broke it down

[Chorus: Jack Frost]
Story after story, I watch you and your mans flip
All your tales gory like you viewing a transcript
Certified G, you be the star when you play the part
And everything smooth long as you are who you say you are
Story after story, I watch you and your mans flip
All your tales gory like you viewing a transcript
Certified G, you be the star when you play the part
And everything be smooth long as you are who you say you are

[Verse 2: Esham]
Look out for rats and the roaches 'cause they circle like vultures
Waiting around for death to approach us
Cops on the lookout for blacks so they can pop one
Everybody wanna be a nigga 'til they shot one
Oh no, they screaming gang gang gang out
Bullets start to rang out where a bunch of niggas hang out
Dude done got picked up by the police and threw your name out
Now detectives looking for you trying to hand the blame out
If you do some illegal business with your partner and tell on him
That’s snitching, if you can’t take the heat, stay out the kitchen
Niggas think they know everything, don't wanna listen
He was getting money ’til his ass went missing
Being broke ain't no joke, you too poor to pay attention
See, I spit it for the fiends, but this is an intervention
Get a life insurance policy, the streets ain't got no pension
I was raised around gunshots so I don't do no flinching
Know a lot of Detroiters moving weight, but they not benching
Lot of niggas went to jail who didn’t tell, but they not mention
You free but locked inside your mind with a life sentence
When I write a rhyme I write a Reel Life sentence
Stay out the streets, it's a trap, watch for roaches and the rats
'Cause the dogs chase the cats, marathons not laps
And you can't run back
Don't talk to snitches 'cause they telling all the facts