DRU (Drill Rap Up)

GOATED Look Over a decade of puttin in pain And it's only 2 crimes that the cops ever caught me for If holdin it down was a sport This some shit I was definitely gettin a trophy for They rather me rap about times I was blackin out Just so these niggas could know me more Eat a dick if you think I'ma snitch on myself for some clout That ain't Gon pay the lawyer off See the difference between me and ya Is in real life I'm on real timin Had to kill time for lettin the steel shine Now it's time to kill, I'm still shinin Shit don't excite me you niggas are not nothing like me I came to the terms At arraignment they screamin out usher cuz I had a sig trynna let it burn I'm I'm I'm from that era where you can't scream gang gang Unless you hit a square for it Spin a block, nigga half of ya won't spin a bottle Truth is I was there for it I trained for this shit in too many ways Ay a l in the j's ain't nothin to c I had a fight on every train there I'm still on Broadway Junction comfortably No gang behind me no label to sign me My energy they cannot match it Streets fathered me but now the streets dead to me I made my peace wit becoming a bastard This a calm walk for a big steppa If I palm a jawn it's to get cheddar I was in the wind wit a wig catcher Trynna lay a opp on a big stretcher On God Bitch, none of this drill shit don't mean a thang to me I'm in these streets where you niggas claim it's beef I still ain't dead, nigga it's plain to see Even when I was gang, I did not bang on beats Bitch, none of this drill shit don't mean a thang to me I'm in these streets where you niggas claim it's beef I still ain't dead, nigga it's plain to see Even when I was gang, I did not bang on beats I was outside way before they was thought of or brought up My nigga I been in this shit Opp blocks I was bendin that shit Peddle bike wit just ten in the clip Brownsville where any tenant get hit Then back to bamaz where the henny get sipped Brownsville where any tenant get hit Then back to bamaz where the henny get sipped Austin powers get my groovy on I still walk the blocks I caught a shootin on Front row there to get my movie on Yea I think you pussy nigga prove me wrong This woo and this cho shit a joke now Everybody crip or they folk now But where was ya for Brighton Beach days When any opp was gettin poked down They don't like me but gotta respect me Did em favors now they think they finessed me Save her number in my phone as ostrich One call and that birdie gonna neck me It's givin whole lotta frontin not enough get back Niggas on my dick skrap cuz of how my chips stack I ain't even want ya hoe, send her back gift wrapped Mouth on split splatt and you gon kiss that Nasty nigga, I'm past these niggas I swear I'm way too many levels ahead Heard the boy was having crooked thoughts A shot to the matta gon level his head Niggas be rats facts free da bro fats I don't fuck wit polices The closest I ever get to nine one one Is eleven inside of the nina Bitch I'm a demon