Round Here

[Chorus]
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

[Verse]
I'm a smoke CEO, I'm a big investor
But I still let it ring, make it sing like George Ezra
Got my white from my sheep and my dark came from Leicester
Two squares on the arm and that's a reload selector
They wanna 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 Imma never stop trapping till 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 heard 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 still smiling, when the judge says "Guilty"
One who stays strapped cah I won't let these ? 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

[Chorus]
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