Round Here

Lyrics

[Verse 1] (Uh) Roll another, I 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 want to come and witness how a boss live (Uh) I'm a Beatle to these people like Paul McCart is (Remember?) Remember hittin' 93rd back to Slim and Dub's mom's crib? (I do, I do) When we ain't wanna hear rappers talk about how their Saint Laurent fits (Yeah) Bitch, I still feel that way People say that attitude will get you killed one day (Kah-kah) But even in my wake, nobody's safe 'Cause "keeping fake fucks out of the game" is in my will some way (Okay) Let's not sugar coat it (Ah), don't no rappers want it (Ah) I'll put the hands to 'em (Bah), they need hydrocodone (Ah) Catch me in the morning (Yeah), caught up in the moment (Yeah) On the corner with some youngins that be styrofoamin (Go) Turn up, I'm advanced with the burn up 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 Twenty-five grams on the scale's unheard of (What?) Add three more, make an ounce, then serve it (Yeah) Flip it to a chicken, let the town get word That you whippin' that bitch up in the kitchen like Ike Turner (Ah) [Chorus] 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 tattooed 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 (Skrrt) It's a lot of 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 yo ass round here (Please don't shoot) You could never last round here Call Kells for a pass round here (Brr) [Verse 2] (Uh) Roll another, I been gone all day, bitch (Uh) In the gutter with my brother up the way, bitch (Uptown) Back in Shaker graduated, '08, bitch (Uh) Shit, I couldn't get As, now a mothafucka A-list (Ayy) You know a mothafucka dangerous (Right) You know I'm really in The Land with the gangstas I'm on Lakeshore, headed to the range With my .40 on some Wu-Tang 36 Chambers (Bah, bah, bah, bah) 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 language (Ah) Can't nobody see me on the Spades I'm a motherfuckin' King with the Ace (What?) I be in the motherfuckin' city on the lake Where they never hesitate to put a beam on your face (Woo) I can make an eighth flip to a quake quick, shit's basic 18, learnin' all that in Mitch basement Big dreams, gotta chase 'em, stay anxious Just left Avis, I'm driving to the majors (Skrrt) 2010 was a paper and a pen (Yeah) 2011, we was touring in a van (Uh) 2012 was the motherfuckin' 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 saying Bitch i'm from the C-L-E-V-E-Land All you see is EST round me, man, Kells [Chorus] 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 tattooed 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 (Skrrt) It's a lot of 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 yo ass round here (Please don't shoot) You could never last round here Call Kells for a pass round here (Brr) [Outro: Dub-O] Kells, look, man, these niggas ain't friends for real, man, we Ain't no friends, it's either family or nothing These niggas gon' learn they gon' follow us or they gon' fall off