Drill Sergeant

[Chorus] Death Yo' death night set Yo' death night Death Yo' death night set Yo' death night [Verse 1] O.G Nobody but the government control me But to my followers I gotta keep it low key To keep the image of a nigga that is so free I approach he, without a father figure I deliver guap and give a spot to parolees Makin' mo' cheese, pushin' rocks and regrow weed Never no permittin' "fuck the police" I'm a cold piece I get at 'em at a young age So I can have 'em in a dumb rage Really combative in a numb way Static what my tongue say Have a little fun with thе gun spray But never let a hood snipе you And you gotta know whoever in the hood might sue So let the good white through The enemy I'm tellin' you to murder gotta look like... You (Kill 'em up) Dreads wit' the gold teeth Yeah, a fa sho' thief Fed with the lead is the motif (Kill 'em up) Said you can sho' be Head of the whole street Cred put a dead nigga so deep (Kill 'em up) Bread be the trophy Betta get yo brie Bled hella red for the groceries (Kill 'em up) Never ta show grief Cheddar, get obese Beggin' he plead, give 'em no peace Now flip this to music Seek out a company and find the biggest to move it Yeah, the lyrics are stupid but critics approve it And people for the wicked will lose it I take you real far and raise ya Put out the ill tar and saved ya Who makes to kill art enslave ya I am the Drill Sergeant Major [Chorus: Tech N9ne, X-Raided, Lex Bratcher & High Deafinician] Death Yo' death night set Yo' death night Death (Drill sergeant got the real target Make you feel hard and get the kill started) Yo' death night set Yo' death night (Drill sergeant got the real target Make you feel hard and get the kill started) [Verse 2] Take the energy to IG, Facebook, TikTok Put your vibe on Twitter Ain't no limit, we can buy free made crook, hip hop It puts the eyes on niggas Lots of foes waitin', shot yo' rotation To the top, opps and mo' hatin Lock and load nation, got the globe breakin' Your block, so drop your location Let 'em know that you a real one, emotion you feel none Anybody really want it, will come When he do you, you gotta peel some Never stoppin' till the deal done Nothin' but a drill, son Talk a lot is how we make this fame The hate exchangin' no face to face is lame Gotta slide and try to take his chain, the safest thang To keep livin' you bake his brains, nigga (Kill 'em up) Caught by the cop set Talk outta pocket Cross me, you're offed in a hot sec (Kill 'em up) Walk and you're not blessed Lost in the projects Cost of the false shit I pop Tech's (Kill 'em up) When he comin' nosey Tell 'em you don't know me Tell 'em a lotta nothin' really slowly (Killin 'em up) Callin' you the Dough B Never expose me And your family won't need a sad emoji You can leave with a blown mind Or confess to your own crimes With the feds I'm in a wrong bind That'll put my ass away for a long time So my job is to befriend the funksters Get 'em livin' foul till they deep in the dumpster Drill sergeant, I lead friends to under Graves and penal system, I feed them the youngsters [Chorus: Tech N9ne, X-Raided, Lex Bratcher & High Deafinician] Death Yo' death night set Yo' death night Death (Drill sergeant got the real target Make you feel hard and get the kill started) Yo' death night set Yo' death night (Drill sergeant got the real target Make you feel hard and get the kill started) [Outro] You got big dreams? You want fame? Well, fame costs! And right here is where you start payin'! In sweat, and in death!