Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skrapz
Vocals
WSTRN
Performer
Louis-Rae Beadle
Vocals
Ras Haile Alexander
Vocals
ANGEL
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skrapz
Songwriter
Louis-Rae Beadle
Songwriter
Ras Haile Alexander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Parallel
Engineer
Naweed
Mastering Engineer
PRGRSHN
Mixing Engineer
ANGEL
Producer
Testi
[Verse 1]
Nah, me never bad for me bad
But know what happens when you raised in the West, rude boy
WSTRN season
Nah, we don't need a reason
That's just the rules, how it goes round here
Round here
[Verse 2]
Yo, motherfuckers call me L.B.
Remember the name
From long time I'm off side, been ahead of the game
Handlin' switch, blow the whistle with sweat in no lane
Ask A. how I level my aim
I'm too official for these little **** beggin' for fame
I never come up off a press plate, I come up off pressin' cocaine
Paper towel when it's out, dry
Up, never downsize
Round here **** go in and buy it outright
I'm 'bout mines, they know mines about in all the junctions
Still Ashlin, couple nobodies but we don't trust them
Fuck them, used to keep a burner by the dustbin
The one who put the fun and the gun in all the function
What's up, then?
Every time I come around you always make assumptions
I'm just tryin' to build lickkle, wollan get jumpin'
Free my hitters in the can but that's just somethin'
That happens round here (Round here)
[Verse 3]
Nah, me never bad for me bad
But know what happens when you raised in the West, rude boy
Know it's love, action them no want
Round here man, you better watch yourself, rude boy, oh
Middle fingers if you ain't my driller, oh
If I'm eatin' know you havin' dinner too
That's just the rules, how it goes round here
Round here
[Verse 4]
Yo, I grew up in the flats, never lived in a house
I always knew that I was born to be a star, never had any doubts
When I was young I used to move reckless
Real separate to the golden child
That my mums probably would have expected
I ain't golden but my Rolex is
Still in the trap like there's no exits
I hit the roads without no breakfast
Hit the spot, take the yayo out the pack
Then I slap that in the Pyrex dish
I, I've been in this, I've never had a privilege
And anything you hear me rap about, I'm really livin' it
Tomorrow is a promise, I can go at any minute
That's why I pack the spinner, isn't it?
And if you see me in a mask and somebody got smoked
Then I never did it
That's why I came through in a mask, isn't it?
I live my life without no limits
I bust my gun till the clip finish
Leave your face without no image
[Verse 5]
Nah, me never bad for me bad
But know what happens when you raised in NorthWest, rude boy
Know it's love, action them no want
Round here man, you better watch yourself, rude boy, oh
Middle fingers if you ain't my driller, oh
If I'm eatin' know you havin' dinner too
That's just the rules, how it goes round here
Round here
[Verse 6]
Nah, me never bad for me bad
But know what happens when you raised in the West, rude boy
Know it's love, action them no want
Round here man, you better watch yourself, rude boy, oh
Middle fingers if you ain't my driller, oh
If I'm eatin' know you havin' dinner too
That's just the rules, how it goes round here
Round here
Written by: Louis-Rae Beadle, Ras Haile Alexander, Skrapz

