Big Drum

[Intro: Goose]

Yeah, Goose, look

[Verse 1: Goose & Jae Skeese]

I'm in my grind state of mind, I ain't got time to waste

They told me "Seek and you should find", I guess I'm fine with K (I got)

I'm not a stranger to the shine so I'm fine with hate (So hate, nigga)

We do a package at a time, thirty-five a plate

Give me a beat to body, I bet I demolish crates (For real)

I've been iller since Biggie stopped wearin' condoms with Faith

It's not a problem to a doctor, watch, I operate (For real)

So say the wrong thing, I bet I get you shot today (Boom, boom)

Mama told me "Stay in the house", I told her "Not today" (I'm outside)

'Cause niggas plottin' and there's two more shits I gotta say (For real)

Nate gone for the summer, yeah, he locked away

Until he home, we gon' run up like ten blocks a day

I used to struggle with my feelings, kept 'em locked away (That was me)

Until I picked that pen and pad up and I jot away

Tried keepin' me in the hood 'til I got away (Uh)

Pops showed me my first two pounds on the block he chase, feel me? (Yo, yo, check)

[Verse 2: Jae Skeese]

The beat file domestic charges when I say raps to it (Uh-huh)

I get to ventin' and bringin' heat, shit's like an HVAC unit

Your shit is garbage, how you slang that sewage? (How?)

These rappers washed, it's like a Maytag unit

I hit the top and I had to take that viewin'

Just like a mandatory wake (Uh-huh)

You see my diction is non-fiction

Believe I always had my story straight (I always did)

Attracted to sixteens, just like a statutory case (Uh-huh)

Got that sauce, plus that chicken like a cacciatore plate

I'm back tapped in my zone, Presto Mids, I had the Acronyms on

Manufactured with steel wool when my fabric was sown

Opposite of brittle, with riddles, I'm sharp as sickles

Never artificial, my art's official (My shit's official)

I mean I'm kinda likin' charge of crystal

Like it's soul and amethyst, my flow is vanish-less (Uh-huh)

These niggas know I hold advantages, so over stand this shit (Uh-huh)

Now when he cut 'em on, I slash his shit, left it in bandages (Brrah)

Of course I gotta check it like I'm sleepin' out in Radison (What?)

I stayed in my lane, they thought that I was travellin', but I was gatherin'

I know that they thought I was sinkin' back when I was paddling

But I was still as fly as a vulture when I was scavenging

And, nigga, I ain't dragging it

And Buffalo is up now, Griselda was the catalyst (Uh-huh)

Black Soprano Family hold the keys

DrumWork, we came to shackle shit (DrumWork)

Lock it down like twenty-three and one (Wow)

Get two blinks we took shit over, makin' runs in Yeezys 1s (Wow)

Shocked the shit out of a hater, fuck you thought we would become? (Huh?)

Brought myself out of these slums 'cause Weeds knew I'd be the one

Motherfucker, huh, yeah (My nigga Weeds)

I brought myself out of these slums 'cause Weeds knew I'd be the one

[Verse 3: Shots]

Some days I feel like Big, I be ready to die (Ready to die)

Thinkin' 'bout my dead homies, I be ready to slide (Ready to slide)

Strictly for my niggas, do it on some Pac shit (Aux shit)

No Cash Money but them Backwoods on some hot shit (Some hot shit)

I'ma get rich or die tryin', uh, I think that I'm 50 (Think that I'm 50)

Ridin' bulletproof 'cause many men, they wanna get me (Grrrt)

I can take a quarter, bring it, flip that shit to a half (Flip that shit to a half)

Turn a half into a whole, we'll make them birds take a bath (Put them birds in the tub, nigga)

Pockets itchin' for that money like my jeans got a rash (Hahaha)

That shit you spent up on your chain, I got that shit in my stash (That shit in my stash, nigga)

Hold on, it's true to get diplomatic immunity (Immunity)

My mama tellin' me to chill, she can't get through to me (Ah)

This drum ain't got no fuckin' limit, bitch (Grr) I think that I'm Percy (Think that I'm Percy)

Chop a nigga head off, bitch, we ain't got no mercy (Bitch, we ain't got no mercy)

I used to feel it in the air, back when I was State Property (Ah)

And they all hittin' licks with the COs still watchin' me (We still gettin' rich, nigga)

[Verse 4: 7xvethegenius & SK Da King]

It's real bitches that see me out, they tell me to keep goin' (Keep goin')

When I say this shit get crazy, they say I'm already knowin (Already knowin')

But it's fuck niggas that's so bitter they wanna see me fail (They wanna see me fail)

When they say "Don't go that low", I say "Well, they sent me to Hell"

I got young niggas hungry as fuck that like to say they did

Who find themselves opps to see who get the shot to clean it

And can get the most poppin' off them 30s, how convenient

'Cause if you make it to that age, you wise as Socrates then (Calm)

Since they ain't have no vision, shit, I figured I could be 'em (Shit, I figured I could be 'em)

Shit, I see the shot right here, I'm just lookin' for a reason (Huh)

Any beat or song, listen, I'm kinda undefeated

Your new shit ain't comparin' to the shit that I deleted (Nah)

I got more smiles, stupid, and went more dumb (Went more dumb)

I plot on top, you is a Kilmore them (Kilmore them)

I got more optimistic, had more fun

But let's not forgot, you isn't from that slum (From that slum)

I'ma record it, until I can't afford it

At home, I been the richest, in here I am the poorest

My mama need a mansion, my sis still in the storage

Until she build a wall up, my struggle made a fortress

A kingdom come, don't let a man tell you what the truth be (Nah)

Don't let 'em shoot me, or shoot it thinkin' I'm a groupie (Hmm)

Don't let 'em group me, don't let 'em tell you God is 7xve

Then I salute me (Look), might sneak up on niggas (Drum) I like a roofie

[Verse 5: SK Da King]

Okay, I'm reloaded, your kitchen is re-opened

Y'all better cherish these moments I'ma catch like T. Owens

Pay attention, please, notice, my nigga do your research

And we pre-loaded, tryna get through them doors, I'ma keep pursin' (SK)

DrumWork, the team focused, niggas talk, they be joking (Right)

Sneak posing, I see 'em, they wave, lips up, teeth showing (Ah)

Shit get tight, I'm in the streets workin', when it's cold, my heat working (Grrt)

Remember it's a deep ocean, I don't think you should keep going (Nah)

They tried to bury me and watch, I resurface

I know I seem perfect, every verse like I re-wrote it (Woo, ah)

Nigga, we drinking and we smoking

The weed potent, the ashtray looking like it need lotion

Had to snatch my place, still ain't had my break

This path I take, pedal to the floor, shit, the gas might break

Y'all ain't half my weight, I have my way

Niggas can't stab my face, can't match my pace, don't catch my case

I blast my eighth to get the bag I chase for that high scrape

And if my cat not straight, I pass my plate (Facts)

It won't be the last I make, it's cooked crack in every track I make

Like my raps got laced, no cap, I'm great (Woo)

[Verse 6: Conway the Machine]

I'm from the Eastside of Buffalo, over here, ain't no beaches

Over here, ain't no peace, just lil' niggas airing they pieces (Boom, boom, boom)

Got to keep your pistol with you everywhere, ain't no leaving (Ha)

Squeeze in every situation, gotta carefully read it (Okay)

My name is very prestigious, Machine spit audio heroin

Leaking through the Bluetooth stereo speakers (Ooh)

I mean, you see I overcame being paraplegic

So counting me out, boy, that shit is clearly egregious, nigga (Talk to 'em)

It's the DrumWork boss, the jefe (Ha)

I put this .9 on your tongue like the Olympic Jordan sietes

It ain't no rapper alive that could fuck with me on his best day

Could shoot his chest plate after my next tape

That shit is checkmate (Woo) after the TEC spray

It hit your chest plate, and that's your death date

After the jet take off, I have a fresh plate (Ha)

I'm with the private chef-mate (Ha)

Machine, bitch, y'all niggas have a blessed day, I'm gone (Talk to 'em, nigga)

[Outro: Conway the Machine]

Yeah, we comin', nigga

Matter of fact, we here right now

DrumWork, bitch