Tummy rumbling for money rolls

My hands looking for something to hold

My mind runnin′ like butter on toastI'm getting heated like a lung from the smoke, like yo

Yo on the day to day

I′m steady tryna mold this paper maché

I'm tryna offer you my brain with all the shapes it'll make

These lames stay in a box, what a waste of crayons

I been tryna get it like I′m dimmin′ the lights low

Keep mine slow but still fill up this pothole

I've seen them ride those fast to the end station, go ′head and chase it

I know this shit moves in cycles

I'm good, yeah

I don′t really fuck with triangles no more

I don't really fuck with rectangles either

I don′t fuck with hectagons even

I'm done tryna work the angles, it's enough just working the circle

The circle

She′s such a beautiful problem, threw me for a loop to be honest

This phone feeling like a tumor in my pocket

I′ma get up on the roof and drop it

Shit was everything, now it's nothing at all

Yeah I′m missin' you but not enough to call

Now I′m looking back on it tryna put together the equation of where started, where we are is a circle

Hittin' it raw pavlovian

Shawty try to conquer like Napoleon, my guards [?]

And she talkin′ all that zodiac jazz, I'm like

I'm like lover I don′t know about that

In fact, I don′t really know jack

Like Nicholson, I just came through swinging my axe

Tryna get intimate through the feel of the flesh

Soon as I get some real feelings I jet

The circle, yeah

I don't really fuck with triangles no more

I don′t really fuck with rectangles either

I don't fuck with hectagons even

I′m done tryna work the angles, it's enough just working the circle

The circle

Tummy rumbling for money rolls

My hands looking for something to hold

My mind runnin′ like butter on toast

I'm sittin' back getting comfortable, like yo

I′m done with a decade of paying rent late

My funds dried up but I kept the pen spraying

Now I′m pening these babies and getting paid

Penetrating the game, bumpin' Sade

So if you play this in the fall what′s up?

I know the summer wasn't long enough, like what the fuck

But yeh, everything will come around, we gon′ shut it down

My circle keepin' 100 thou′, Mutual I what's good

I don't fuck with triangles no more

I don′t really fuck with rectangles either

I don′t fuck with hectagons even

I'm done tryna work the angles, it′s enough just working the circle

The circle

The circle

Circle, circle