Round Here

M1OnTheBeat Yo, you know when people just When they hog up the aux and the Bluetooth and play something rasclaat Funny man riddims that you're not even like (turn that shit off for me) You gotta tell them fam' We don't play that pussy shit 'round here All the jewels fully lit 'round here There's child soldiers on the strip around here You fake as fuck, you don't fit in 'round here I call it "New Crack City" 'round here BK you know I'm Biggie round there I run my block so I'm not allowed there Send two booters on a jilly 'round there And when you're bootin' always keep a round spare Ain't no mouse, ain't no Mickey 'round here Three for twenty-five, six for fifty 'round here A opp's a opp, we ain't picky 'round here I swear it's like Mogadishu 'round here Hungry, starving, they'll stick you 'round here Rico and Money Mitch you 'round here I go asleep and wake up in a nightmare I'm a smoke CEO, I'm a big investor But I still let it ring, make it sing like George Ezra Got me white from my sheep and my dark came from Leicester Two squares on the arm and that's a reload selector And when I sauce and drip, I just wanna spill ketchup My young boys tapped three times like a wrestler Come to your show and let it shout like a heckler Said they come to your show, let it shout like a heckler Like never say never, like you spoke too soon But I'ma never stop trapping 'til it's cold in June I got a twos in the microwave, frozen food I'll put pressure on the block like a open wound How they snitches and they rappers? Man, I'm so confused Heard I get the block jumping like a broken tune I knew I'd have the last laugh, so the joke's on you 'Cause I hear real's back in style but it's overdue Now I'm back in the cut looking silky She don't want a rapper, said she want a real G One who's stood smiling, when the judge says "Guilty" One who stays strapped cah I won't let these f- kill me Four bootings on the one mash, now it's filthy Coulda been Aggy B, coulda be Filthy Three for twenty-five, that was my kinda deal Now I'm home, man, I heard labels really wanna deal me Shit We don't play that pussy shit, 'round here All the jewels fully lit, 'round here There's child soldiers on the strip around here You fake as fuck you don't fit in 'round here They call it "New Crack City" 'round here BK you know I'm Biggie round there I run my block so I'm not allowed there Send two booters on a jilly 'round there And when you're bootin' always keep a round spare Ain't no mouse, ain't no Mickey 'round here Three for twenty-five, six for fifty 'round here A opp's a opp, we ain't picky 'round here I swear it's like Mogadishu 'round here Hungry, starving, they'll stick you 'round here Rico and Money Mitch you 'round here I go asleep and wake up in a nightmare M1OnTheBeat M1OnTheBeat