Salutations

[Intro] Come on, let's pray, homie Dear Lord Please forgive us for all the sins we have brought upon us And look down upon us with forgiveness For all the sins we will have in the future I know You understand that niggas ain't perfect But we try, Lord We try to keep our heads up in bad times This is a bad time, show us the way And if You can't show us the way, then forgive us for bein' lost Brrt Brrt Yeah Ah, talk to these niggas, king, talk to these niggas Yeah, uh-huh (Woo) Look, yeah [Chorus] Big ass drum on the bottom of the strap (Fah, fah) Somebody gettin' whacked, DrumWork, bitch (Brr) Got that D.W. stampеd on every slab DrumWork, bitch (Talk to 'em) Big ass drum on thе bottom of the strap Somebody gettin' whacked, DrumWork, bitch (Brr) Got that D.W. stamped on all the slabs DrumWork, bitch (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) DrumWork, bitch DrumWork, bitch (Ayy), DrumWork, bitch DrumWork, bitch, DrumWork, bitch DrumWork, bitch, it's DrumWork, bitch (Yeah) [Verse] We livin' in an unfortunate times (Uh-huh) Before I recorded a line, I snorted a line (Sniff) Bitch on the internet tryna say her daughter was mine (What?) That's like me goin' to a restaurant orderin' swine (Hahaha) Niggas that pocket watch never offered a dime (Not at all) My grass is greener on this side 'cause I'm waterin' mine I'm God in my bitch's eyes, I'm sort of divine (Uh-huh) Ayo, Big Ghost, send me a batch, bro, it's slaughterin' time I spit it for the real niggas, if you solid, salutations (For real, nigga) In my city, niggas'll clip you for a violation (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I was waitin' for my turn to come, yeah, I was patient (Uh-huh) That's when I just said "Fuck it," and I decided to take it (Woo) A product of my environment, the bottom, the basement (Uh-huh) Some conditions I grew up with was highly hellacious Apartment not even spacious I jump out of the spaceship, one-hundred thousand my bracelet (Talk to 'em) That bitch said she don't suck no dick, oh, you wildin', you basic (Oh, you buggin') Now I don't answer back her texts and I got a replacement (Ha) A hunnid thou' to see me rock on them stages People line up 'cause they gotta see greatness Multimillionaire from the shit that I jot on these pages (Uh-huh) Most of these niggas just replicatin' the operation (Woo) So that mean these new rappers merely just my creation (Those my sons) It's safe to say that I exceeded all my calculations (I did it big, nigga) So tell me "Congratulations," bitch (Ha) [Chorus] Big ass drum on the bottom of the strap (Fah, fah) Somebody gettin' whacked, DrumWork, bitch (Brr) Got that D.W. stamped on every slab DrumWork, bitch (Talk to 'em) Big ass drum on the bottom of the strap Somebody gettin' whacked, DrumWork, bitch (Brr) Got that D.W. stamped on all the slabs DrumWork, bitch (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) DrumWork, bitch DrumWork, bitch (Ayy), DrumWork, bitch DrumWork, bitch, DrumWork, bitch DrumWork, bitch, it's DrumWork, bitch (Ah-haha) [Outro] Yeah, haha You know you niggas still can't fuck with me, nigga I done let off the gas a lil' bit, hmm They still can't catch up to this shit, nigga