Not Round Here

**Intro**

Yeah… (uh)

Soft lights. Hard truths. (truth)

Patna thought he was slick… (slick)

Watch this.

**(glitch cut – tape rewind)**

**(gunshot – distant, dry)**

**Verse 1**

Homie in the shadows. (mm)

Tryna back-door the flame. (soft)

Grinning in my circle. (yeah)

Textin’ that thot’s name. (uh-huh)

Same smoke. Same table. (quiet)

Same night we once claimed. (mm)

Now he tradin’ real brotherhood. (soft)

For temporary fame. (yeah)

I clocked every glance. (mm)

Every linger. Every scheme. (soft)

She was never my possession. (yeah)

Just a fleeting dream. (uh-huh)

But the code is the code. (quiet)

And you shattered the frame. (mm)

Ain’t no “patna” left. (soft)

When you play that dirty game. (yeah)

**(glitch stutter – vocals chop and skip)**

**(bass drop – 808s shake the floor)**

**(gunshot – sharp, close)**

**Chorus**

Saw the play from a mile.

Smilin’ face, sneaky style.

Thought you could slide on the side.

But these streets don’t run wild.

Not round here.

Not round here

(not round here… not round here…

leash stay tight… leash stay tight…

not round here… not round here…

leash stay tight… leash stay tight…)

**(glitch – pitch drop + static burst)**

**Verse 2**

Leash stay locked. (mm)

No loose ends. No cracks. (soft)

These girls move in rhythm. (yeah)

They answer to the name. (uh-huh)

You thought the bond was fragile. (quiet)

Thought the loyalty thin. (mm)

Tried to creep through the side door. (soft)

Wearin’ a plastic grin. (yeah)

I don’t chase. I don’t plead. (mm)

I just sever the thread. (soft)

Loyalty ain’t currency. (yeah)

You can spend when you’re dead. (uh-huh)

Take the leftovers. (quiet)

Take the temporary heat. (mm)

I’m already three steps ahead. (soft)

With the real ones on beat. (yeah)

**(glitch stutter – beat freezes then reloads)**

**(bass drop – deeper, dirtier, speakers rattling)**

**(double gunshot – left-right stereo)**

**Chorus**

Saw the play from a mile.

Smilin’ face, sneaky style.

Thought you could slide on the side.

But these streets don’t run wild.

Not round here.

Not round here.

(not round here… not round here…

leash stay tight… leash stay tight…

not round here… not round here…

leash stay tight… leash stay tight…)

**Bridge**

Smoke still rising.

Like incense in the dark (rise).

You lost your position.

The moment you left a mark.

No loud explosions.

Just a quiet, clean removal.

One less counterfeit friend.

In the room… that’s the improvement (gone).

**(glitch cascade – rapid digital shred)**

**(bass drop – long, rolling, then sudden cut)**

**(final gunshot – echoing into silence)**

**Final Chorus (ramped up – full energy)**

SAW THE PLAY FROM A MILE!

SMILIN’ FACE, SNEAKY STYLE!

THOUGHT YOU COULD SLIDE ON THE SIDE!

BUT THESE STREETS DON’T RUN WILD!

NOT ROUND HERE!

NOT ROUND HERE!

(NOT ROUND HERE… NOT ROUND HERE…

LEASH STAY TIGHT… LEASH STAY TIGHT…

NOT ROUND HERE… NOT ROUND