Round Here - Christon Gray, Dee-1

G did that one

G did that one

Oh momma Mia

Momma Mia

Don’t look so surprised if I see ya (when I see ya)

When they pull my album from the streamers (on release day)

Denied the label like I’m Peter

Fool me once I can handle it

Fool me twice turn my hand to fist

Fool me thrice I’ll abandon ship

Shabby

You know the feeling man

They think they know your limits

I call them ceiling fans

I’m dropping vocals

You running all of my socials

While they’ve been mailing it in

We tryin not to go postal

They didn’t know who I was

Didn’t know what I did

I felt convicted when I see how it affected my kid

But life goes on

I let bygones be bygones

Love you Ron

You were worth the the hill I almost died

On

Tried it on

I was thinking third times a charm

I was wrong

This is just my dialogue

You Say you love me?

Ha

But I know the truth

Sendin out the shots like you bulletproof

Round Here homie we all pray

Round here homie we all pray

Say you love me?

Right

But you know the truth

In the burning house like you fireproof

Round here boy we don’t play

Round here boy we don’t play

(All Amour)

So while I was breaking up the Beatles

I was helping Givens kick the needle

Now all I Here is paranoia…

Cause I’m BHop, they De La Hoya

On School of Roses I was teaching

But I slipped all the classes

Wouldn’t practice what I was preaching

Still graduated with my masters

Never backin down

Guess who laughing now

Catch me sliding cross the stage in my cap and gown

See what happens now

Will come back around

So you only find me raping

To be stacking crowns

Yeah All Amour

This a new track

Hear me screaming all aboard

Or you can move back

I’m taking Wesley Snipes

At the end of New Jack

If you tryna save your life

You gonna lose that

I know you says you love me

Right

But I know the truth

Sendin out the shots like you bulletproof

Round Here homie we all pray

Round here homie we all pray

Say you love me?

Huh

But you know the truth

In the burning house like you fireproof

Round here boy we don’t play

Round here boy we don’t play

Yeah

Uh

Uno

I know this Christian rapper so insecure that I call him Issa Rae

If you know, you know

So ain’t no need to say

Trying to be accepted by the world so he can feel he cool

Probably why the real ones that I know, don’t really feel that dude

That’s another story

I’ll elaborate if need be

But can’t no rapper starve me

Cause don’t no rapper feed me

I’m highly disappointed by the state of the culture

Just because you a Christian don’t mean you ain’t no vulture uh

Labels be holding us back

Hearing our music and sayin we whack

They wasn’t feeling that Sally Mae Back

Boy I done made a killing off that track

Boy I be touring all around the globe

I be selling merch at the show

I’m the one they mention from New Orleans

When they ask who up there with Kendrick and Cole

Oh, Oh

Flip my life around like a cartwheel

Mama, your baby blew (blue) like a Tar Heel

And it’s free Mac, till Mac free

Running these tracks, I’m a rapper and an athlete

Ah!

Dee-1

You Say you love me?

Ha

But I know the truth

Sendin out the shots like you bulletproof

Round Here homie we all pray

Round here homie we all pray

Say you love me?

Right

But you know the truth

In the burning house like you fireproof

Round here boy we don’t play

Round here we don’t play