Roll Call Reloaded (Fire Drill)

[Intro]

Chamilitary, mayne! (Fire Drill)

Chamilitary, mayne! (Fire Drill)

You already know who it is - Major Pain (Fire Drill)

'Cause I stay bringing the majors pain (More fire!)

Hold up, right now class is in session

So what we need to do is, run a fire drill real quick

Y'all know the routine (Fire Drill)

Stop, drop, now (Chamilitary, boy!)

Stop, drop, now (I run this!)

Aye!

[Verse 1]

They told me "Koopa, you the best," and then I said "I know!"

It's the Mixtape Messiah show so here it go, part fo'

Revenge is a dish that is best served cold

So I walked into the kitchen and made them turn off the stove

How the heck you asking me whether or not I'm the real?

I been terrorizing y'all way before I ever got a deal

Backyard a little bigger than a soccer field

I been on so many beaches, I forgot how socks should feel

Album coming, put the King on your gift list (Yeah)

Rip your pink slip, 'cause I'm too sick to be dismissed (Yeah)

"F" what you think, I know I'm lyrically gifted

Like the kid that opened up a rap booklet on Christmas

You win it then you lose it, they just say that's life

Then you pull out that Ferrari, then they say "That's nice!"

[Hook]

The industry is saying that boy got skills (Fire Drill)

And the streets is saying that boy so real (Fire Drill)

Give that boy a track and that boy Chamill' (Fire Drill)

Always give you somethin' that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill)

"Tryna give you somethin' that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill)"

"Tryna give you somethin' that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill)"

"Tryna give you somethin' that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill)"

"Tryna give you somethin' that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill)"

[Verse 2 - Imitating Young Jeezy]

Yeah!

Still in the streets, still sticking to the plan (Plan)

All this ice on me, got a frosted out hand (Hand)

White coloured Lam' lookin' like a snowman (Man)

Hundred karat chain, see the neck, they like "Damn"

Cheah, y'all know me

Eff the industry, I'm still the same OG

Serve to the streets till you lames OD

Mixtapes like crack, the next thang's on me

[Verse 3 - Imitating Jim Jones]

Some of them be talking but snitch is what we call 'em (Snitches)

I be gettin gwop way from Houston down to Harlem (Harlem)

We twenty deep if it's a problem

Tuckin' in they jewelry 'cause they thinkin we gon' rob 'em

And you know how we be mobbin'

Police lady talking 'bout the trouble that we causin' (Keep it moving)

You gon' have to keep it movin', darling

And we gon' keep on doing what we doing and we ain't pausin'

[Verse 4 - Imitating Lil' Wayne]

Yeah! Young Millionaire, they can't deal with this swagger

Feel the banana, will squeeze the hammer

I see your forehead, it will see the handle

Will eat your money, will feed your ama-

Ammo, Rambo, I will enjoy

I am nutting if she's slutty just like Almond and Joy (Joy)

Programmed to kill, get beat, I destroy

Whatever to get the money, little duffle bag boy

You dig?

[Verse 5 - Imitating Plies]

Dope boy, gotta feel me, I'm real tight

Doing what I really say I do in real life

Check out the chain, homie, this some real ice

A hundred and fifty K for it, that's the real price

Bust it, baby, wanna give me in her living room

Making music for the hustlers and the real goons

Let 'em know, album 'bout to hit 'em real soon

All you rappers gon' have to make a little room

[Verse 6  - Imitating E-40]

I don't know what the problem is, pockets thick as a hippopotamus (Hippopotamus)

Breezy lookin' in the dash of my drop top, tryna see what the mileage is (The mileage is)

She done flunked about fifteen somethin' colleges

Your opinion is irrelevant as a XXL columnist

So tell that Breezy she better be a skater (Skater)

She's best to get up out of here 'cause the pimp like me won't date her

Uhhh, I'm a pimp, you the one that paid her

Pulling off in my scrape and it's black on black like I'm Darth Vader

[Verse 7 - Imitating B.G.]

Hopped off the porch and homie didn't like that

So now I roll solo and don't even like cats

Chain lookin' frozen, I'm showing a icepack

Loyal to the streets, I hand you the mic back

I put down my pistol and, whodi, you get slapped

But it ain't even fun 'cause I know he won't fight back

Can't leave the streets, they love me just like crack

I'm like Uncle Sam, yeah, homie, I like that

[Verse 8  - Imitating Rick Ross]

Uh, other rappers just be having million dollar thoughts

I'm a rapper that can pull a million out my vault

Do it like Boss, don't matter what the cost

White on white Phantom, sittin' fat, I gotta floss

[Verse 9 - Imitating Rich Boy]

Nobody selling that, record labels falling back

Back off in these streets, show 'em how to get a stack

Show these other rappers and these fun trappers how to act

Throw-throw some D's on it and put some more on top of that

[Verse 10 - Imitating Snoop Dogg]

She approached me, I ain't approach her

I had a forty-ounce on my coaster

You know I want to hit that West Coaster

Candy car blue, that's the hue on my roadster

And the same color on my low-low

Got a couple homies with that Chronic for the low-low

For sho' though, and I ain't with the snitchin', that's a no-no

That's why I'm riding solo and I'm lookin' out for popo

[Verse 11 - Imitating Bun B]

I'm off the metre, they want me to let 'em know what's the deal (Deal)

'Cause I'm a Texas player that's only gon' keep it trill (Trill)

You ain't gotta look for no longer, the trill is here (Here)

That mean the falsifyin' and fakers gon' disappear (Disappear)

Probably shouldn't give a trill rapper the mic

'Cause he gon' kick that realness and trill ish that they like (Like)

And the street credibility gon' match to the hype (Hype)

Talking bout you keep it gangsta, only half of you might

[Verse 12 - Imitating The Game]

West Coast

I'm an N.W.A., no manners and bad grammar

Surrendering for what? No waiving the bandanna

Tim the Tool Man how I handle the damn hammer

Try to punk me and I'm breaking that man camera

Just tell MTV to send a doctor the bill

And if the bill make it there, you'll need a doctor for real

Keep a chopper on his seat to keep a watch on my wheels

Mashing in the Lamborghini like the cops on my heels

[Verse 13 - Imitating Jay-Z]

Cheah!

I ain't even writing, homie, I just press record

And know you'll say is great before I make it to the course

Hear your little voice tryna make a little noise

Till I let you little boys see my picture in the Forbes

Tell Forbes to get it straight

'Cause they gon' have to account for what I do with the tapes

I never bounce a check, I don't even bounce to the bank

G5 everywhere, get a million miles on a tank

[Hook]

The industry is saying that boy got skills (Fire Drill)

And the streets is saying that boy so real (Fire Drill)

Give that boy a track and that boy Chamill' (Fire Drill)

Always give you somethin' that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill)

"Tryna give you somethin' that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill)"

"Tryna give you somethin' that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill)"

"Tryna give you somethin' that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill)"

"Tryna give you somethin' that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill)"

[Outro - Imitating The Dream]

Shawty rock to the beat for your boy

Shaw-ty, do it

Ay-ay, got a fleet full of toys

Whole bunch of blue whips

Gettin' cheddar, cheddar, cheddar

I be gettin' cheddar, cheddar, cheddar

You know I be grindin', grindin', grindin' daily

Grindin', grindin', grindin' daily