King of Drill

[Intro: Kenny Allstar] Everyone's talking kings of drill M3nace But to be the king, you gotta walk like one 808donkey Talk like one And most importantly, you gotta protect that line you step one R14 As well as that throne that you sit on Now you tell me, who's the king? It's the king of drill, CB [Verse: CB] I can't sleep on a violation That's why I wanna go all these cases Me and Blackz, that's two waps blazing I've left hella blood on the southside pavements My aim's on point, I can get 'em from far Rather do it close and personal I was doing drills while I was on curfew Gun residue came like my pеrfume I talk 'bout smoke 'cah I live this lifе I swear, I'll get down for mine Bro got touched and we got 'round there, on-sight 3 days man spent in the ride I'll do it for my CGE's That's Mobz, TT and S13 Northside Newham do drills, we do it for the block Them man do it for IG Yeah, I got beef with nerds Them man take L's and they start twisting words Fuck with me, I'll get siblings burst I beef 4 blocks and they've all been hurt I lost count of the guys I've touched I've touched more guys, you givin' out spuds Do that drill for the gang, that's love Can't lie, man, I'll still do that drill for fun Splash man bait, then pray I get away If not, then I'm fillin' up candy sheets Ask about, man, pepper this beef We was the one who turnt up east Now I'm in the wing and sliders with my lifers They don't wanna let us free It's calm, just came through on the V That's loud, burning couple sheets Still eat good, that's kippers, mackerel Told bro, "Come, let's cook up a feast" Pattern different, yeah, we still livin' Can't complain, I ain't six feet deep But I got opps that are six feet under the ground I'm still here, billin' up loud Know some real-life shooters Say the wrong word, I'll send my shooters 'round You don't wanna see what they got in their pouch Nah it' s too big, can't fit in no pouch Last guy shot, had him screaming, "Ouch" Chestshot gang, tryna take them out If you ain't down to kill, then you ain't got beef What's the reason, please? Don't get caught up in this life, you can't sign out Nah, I won't let you leave Yeah, I got opps for days and weeks And most been touched 'cah I see in me And if they ain't been touched already Then that's pendin', wait and see I swear, I really live this life I still got blood on my Rambo knife When their G's see me, they salute 'Cah they know about the work I've mashed in my time They send me a C and a 'low together 'Cah they know it'll on together Spill that blood, that's waps or wetters I love my bro, he's down forever King of drill, I don't know about rapping They can vouch for me on the streets All I know is war, I don't know about peace So I'll live my life when the opps decease Try-tryna put these neeks in dirt [Chorus: CB] Them man rap, we squeeze 'em first That boy got splashed too deep Can't lie, that one must've really hurt When we pull up, big men disperse Get caught, then you get turnt herb Sometimes, the opps do drills But when we do it, we leave them worse Try-tryna put these neeks in dirt Them man rap, we squeeze 'em first That boy got splashed too deep Can't lie, that one must've really hurt When we pull up, big men disperse Get caught, then you get turnt herb Sometimes, the opps do drills But when we do it, we leave them worse [Outro] M3nace 808donkey R14