Round Here

[Intro: Christon Gray]
G did that one
G did that one

[Verse 1: Christon Gray]
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

[Chorus: Christon Gray]
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)

[Verse 2: Christon Gray]
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

[Chorus: Christon Gray]
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

[Verse 3: Dee-1]
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 Sallie 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

[Chorus: Christon Gray]
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