Round Here
Ooh you ain't really from round here
Nigga where you finna go
Tell me where you finna go
Sending shots right at ya dome round here
When my bitches got yo six and my snipers got yo four
Yeah nigga ama hound round here
Spill blood for the throne
Till I'm really all alone
You really wanna know bout here
Do you really wanna know
Do you really wanna know
Ashes leaving opponents in the cloud of it
I does it
Just so that they know that I exist
Nigga such style in this shit prolific with approaches
Giving them doses pics for evidence of their poses
As OG out on these streets I be handing out diplomas
One for every dead nigga you leave on mom's porches
Leaving them dismayed
Writing there wearabouts in caves
I don't lean with the winds so I take the other way
Locked path won't stray
Aiming straight past the stars that's my infinite space
I got a glimpse of there base
So tasting victory secures the will to move forward
No matter how it ships just know that you'll see me starboard
Waves can crash but best believe I cannot be stopped
The way my hands move you're liable to get clocked
Spend your time carefully or you might get dropped
Your labeling don't matter nigga it concerns me not
No need to bother with peasants if my goal is the top
And to save every ghetto child in this world I'll adopt
They're insisted on
And existing on
A planet where wisdom falls
Only Prison forms
Where visits are minutes long
I been up all the way since morning
Yeah that sweat really shows my performance
As I keep moving on to bigger and better things
I wonder what could have been if I had this mind state
Years ago when I thought I was invincible
When I bought dough with printables
Then sold it for more syllables
A shot on that is drinkable
But going against God is unwinnable
And he know my every sin is predictable
Please save the ridicule
Unlike my paper the deeds of these hands ain't rinsable
Back at the clinical
Ooh you ain't really from round here
Nigga where you finna go
Tell me where you finna go
Sending shots right at ya dome round here
When my bitches got yo six and my snipers got yo four
Yeah nigga ama hound round here
Spill blood for the throne
Till I'm really all alone
You really wanna know bout here
Do you really wanna know
Do you really wanna know
Send them ride them rider's there
Send them ride them rider's there
Send them ride them rider's there
Send them ride them rider's there
Nigga where you finna go
Tell me where you finna go
Sending shots right at ya dome round here
When my bitches got yo six and my snipers got yo four
Yeah nigga ama hound round here
Spill blood for the throne
Till I'm really all alone
You really wanna know bout here
Do you really wanna know
Do you really wanna know
Ashes leaving opponents in the cloud of it
I does it
Just so that they know that I exist
Nigga such style in this shit prolific with approaches
Giving them doses pics for evidence of their poses
As OG out on these streets I be handing out diplomas
One for every dead nigga you leave on mom's porches
Leaving them dismayed
Writing there wearabouts in caves
I don't lean with the winds so I take the other way
Locked path won't stray
Aiming straight past the stars that's my infinite space
I got a glimpse of there base
So tasting victory secures the will to move forward
No matter how it ships just know that you'll see me starboard
Waves can crash but best believe I cannot be stopped
The way my hands move you're liable to get clocked
Spend your time carefully or you might get dropped
Your labeling don't matter nigga it concerns me not
No need to bother with peasants if my goal is the top
And to save every ghetto child in this world I'll adopt
They're insisted on
And existing on
A planet where wisdom falls
Only Prison forms
Where visits are minutes long
I been up all the way since morning
Yeah that sweat really shows my performance
As I keep moving on to bigger and better things
I wonder what could have been if I had this mind state
Years ago when I thought I was invincible
When I bought dough with printables
Then sold it for more syllables
A shot on that is drinkable
But going against God is unwinnable
And he know my every sin is predictable
Please save the ridicule
Unlike my paper the deeds of these hands ain't rinsable
Back at the clinical
Ooh you ain't really from round here
Nigga where you finna go
Tell me where you finna go
Sending shots right at ya dome round here
When my bitches got yo six and my snipers got yo four
Yeah nigga ama hound round here
Spill blood for the throne
Till I'm really all alone
You really wanna know bout here
Do you really wanna know
Do you really wanna know
Send them ride them rider's there
Send them ride them rider's there
Send them ride them rider's there
Send them ride them rider's there
Credits
Writer(s): Armen Ibrahimovic
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