歌词
[Verse 1]
Uh, roll another, I've been at it all night long
Uh, bedroom, bad bitch, bright white thong
Uh, but she dark like the color of my heart is
Uh, and I will never love but she fuck me regardless
Uh, I'm in Cleveland if you wanna come and witness how a boss live
Uh, I'm a Beatle to these people like Paul McCart is
Remember hittin' 93rd back to Slim and Dub's mom's crib?
When we ain't wanna hear rappers talk about how their Saint Laurent fits?
Bitch, I still feel that way
People say that attitude'll get you killed one day
But even in my wake, nobody's safe
'Cause keepin' fake fucks out of the game is in my will some way
Let's not sugar coat it, don't no rappers want it
I'll put the hands to 'em, they need hydrocodone
Catch me in the morning
Caught up in the moment
On the corner with some youngin's that be styrofoamin'
Turn up, I'm advanced with the burner
Twenty five Ls for your man, that's murder
.22 cal in the pants, that's murder
Homie let Kells on the track, that's murder
25 grams on the scale's unheard of
Add three more, make an ounce, then serve it
Flip it to a chicken, let the town get word
That you whippin' up **** in kitchen like Ike Turner
[Verse 2]
That is how they get it 'round here
That is how the fuck they get it 'round here
Round here, round here
That is how they get it 'round here
That is how the fuck they get it 'round here
Round here, round here
It's some Wahoo fitteds 'round here
It's some tattoo'd killers 'round here
Round here, round here
But everybody snitchin' 'round here
Gotta keep it independent 'round here
'Round here, 'round here
Gotta keep it trill 'round here
Bikes hit one wheel 'round here
It's a lotta pills 'round here
Anything for them bills 'round here
Anything for the loot
They don't wear a mask 'round here
They be coming for your ass 'round here
Please don't shoot
You could never last 'round here
Call Kells for a pass 'round here
[Verse 3]
Uh, Roll another, I been gone all day bitch
Uh, in the gutter with my brother all day bitch
Back in Shaker graduated '08 bitch
Uh, Shit, I couldn't get A's, now I'm motherfucker A list
Hey, you know I'm motherfuckin' dangerous
You know I'm really in the land with the gangstas
I'm on Lakeshore heading to the range
With my .40 on some Wu-Tang 36 Chambers
Empty the whole thing, then I'm going over to Harvard
I ain't talking about Cambridge
If you don't understand the conversation
That's 'cause you don't speak a real man's language
Can't nobody see me on the Spades
I'm a motherfuckin' king with the ace
I be in the motherfuckin' city on the lake
When they never hesitate to put a beam on your face
I can make an eighth flip to a quake quick, shit's basic
18, learning all that in Mitch basement
Big dreams, gotta chase 'em, stay anxious
Just left Avis, I'm driving to the majors
2010, was a paper and a pen
2011, we was tourin' in a van
2012, was the motherfucking year I put an album out
Now I ain't never looking back again
Let me get a hand, let me get a hand
That right there is something you will never hear me sayin'
Bitch, I'm from the C L E V E land
All you see is E S T 'round me man
Kells
[Verse 4]
That is how they get it 'round here
That is how the fuck they get it 'round here
Round here, round here
That is how they get it 'round here
That is how the fuck they get it 'round here
'Round here, 'round here
It's some Wahoo fitteds 'round here
It's some tattoo'd killers 'round here
'Round here, 'round here
But everybody snitchin' 'round here
Gotta keep it independent 'round here
'Round here, 'round here
Gotta keep it trill 'round here
Bikes hit one wheel 'round here
It's a lotta pills 'round here
Anything for them bills 'round here
Anything for the loot
They don't wear a mask 'round here
They be coming for your ass 'round here
Please don't shoot
You could never last 'round here
Call Kells for a pass 'round here
Written by: B. Allen, Colson Baker
