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Round Here

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Round Here został wydany 7 marca 2016 przez MADE Series jako część albumu Gettin' Money

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumGettin' Money

Data wydania7 marca 2016

WytwórniaMADE Series

JęzykEnglish

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM89

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TEKST UTWORU

Tekst Utworu

'Round here, every day is a gamble

How much do they expect us to handle?

When everybody fucked up

Everywhere the wrong place and wrong time

By the time you finally realize

You already fucked up

Got that lean, no crack in the seal

Chevron gas, a pocket of pills

This shit'll get you fucked up

Thinkin' you gangsta cause you listen to rap

Thinkin' you black, you better get you some facts

Cause they gon' get you fucked up

Boy I see it all the time, it's getting close to a million

And I ain't pulling cars or trying to throw you off the pavilion

These rappers got you pussies trying to play the chameleon

Purchase the latest urban line and blend in the building

I heard the young **** pissed, they been catching a feeling

But to punish any punk who probably think it's appealing

Pull pranks, nah, they'll pull pistols and peel 'em

Caps all the way back, murder, robbing and stealing

The children had a childhood but they missed it

They learned to ride a bike and keep a grip on a biscuit

OG's rooting 'em on like "Lil ****, you gifted"

Thinking he a superhero and his powers are mystic

See not too long ago, it was a tisket, a tisket

And a bunch of nursery rhymes that's evil and twisted

So when they say it's a stick-up, lil ****, he meant it

Aim that thang at your chain and give instructions to lift it

'Round here

'Round here, every day is a gamble

How much do they expect us to handle?

When everybody fucked up

Everywhere the wrong place and wrong time

By the time you finally realize

You already fucked up

Got that lean, no crack in the seal

Chevron gas, a pocket of pills

This shit'll get you fucked up

Thinkin' you gangsta cause you listen to rap

Thinkin' you black, you better get you some facts

Cause they gon' get you fucked up

Boy I see it all the time, in the hundreds of thousands

And quite honestly, I'm growing weary of counting

I ain't trying to pull your card and throw you off of the mountain

But you ain't a thug cause you come from public housing

I'mma keep it tall with you, lil homie, you slouching

Spitting wack bars so your wack homies can vouch you

Wonder why these bitches never really found you arousing

Only found themselves upset when they found you around them

What about the white kids who really think you're astounding

Bought a mixtape, remembered every word on your album

Friends like you done went to the hood and they clowned them

Got jacked for their J's, watch, chain and medallion

When they find you, I hope they kidnap you and bind you

With duct tape, rope, hogtie you and drown you

And leave your ass roadside so authorities find you

****, karma don't sleep, somebody had to remind you

'Round here

'Round here, every day is a gamble

How much do they expect us to handle?

When everybody fucked up

Everywhere the wrong place and wrong time

By the time you finally realize

You already fucked up

Got that lean, no crack in the seal

Chevron gas, a pocket of pills

This shit'll get you fucked up

Thinkin' you gangsta cause you listen to rap

Thinkin' you black, you better get you some facts

Cause they gon' get you fucked up

Written by: Erik Heintz, Kevin Risto, Ruben Rivera, Tamas Houston, Waynne Nugent

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