Round Here - Intellectual

[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