Round Hear

Its a lot of violence around here
 So a lot of sirens around here
 A lot of people dying around here
 A lot of people crying around here
 Never lacking keep it on my hip
 Sneak dissing Is bad for your health
 You better be prepared around here
 A lot of people scared around here
 And they clapping poles around here
 Catching bodies old around here
 We just six and O's around here
 We ain't chasing hoes around here
 We loyal bros around here
 Our circle closed around here
 You can't trust a soul around here
 Cause them people be in they ear
 Me and folks in the Range
 Trying to find a stain
 Whole block got cane
 But stay in your lane
 Cause niggas getting changed
 Fuck niggas can't hang
 Allergic to lames
 They say they Insane
 Until niggas see brains
 It seems to plain
 Them niggas won't bang
 That shit is insane
 My niggas in cuts
 My niggas in trucks
 They don't give a fuck
 So keep yo head up
 Them hitters fed up
 So you out of luck
 Off molly and lean
 That don't mean a thing
 He swing, I swing
 My phone it ring
 Yo bitch pop on my screen
 Then that's what it is. then that's what it is
 She feeling the kid, yea she feeling the kid
 She like how I live
 I'm busting off pills
 600 so real, 600 so real, 600 do drills
 Don't none of them squeal
 So hot we can't chill
 Don't smoke out the seal
 My niggas forreal
 And you know I gotta trap
 So I keep taking naps
 True pants with the flap
 Yo mans wanna rap
 He should give it a nap
 600 the best, got shit on my chest
 That shit ain't a vest
 Boy I wear mac's and tek's
 And none of them rest
 A pussy gets stretched
 Now I feel like a vet
 Put niggas in check
 Better show some respect
 Cause this where its at
 I do what I want
 You do what you can
 Finna pull out the can
 Can't wait till he land
 Cause shorty ain't playing
 And shorty be spraying
 Around here understand
 We the hottest who stand
 I think I got tans
 Pull up we so loud
 We smoke out the pound
 On this side of town
 And ima throw down
 So the plate can go around
 We gonna eat now
 I think I lost count
 Its many mans down
 I'm ducking the Crowns
 I wasn't around, I won't make a sound
 Keep snitches from around
 Now I'm looking down, and she looking up
 But I did not fuck, but I got a nut
 So shorty what's up, you leaving or what
 Catch me in them cars, or probably the mac
 Bitch that's where I'm at
 I love my set
 Around here you get whacked