Ban Drill

[Verse 1: Krept]

Yeah

Banning drill, you're making the situation worse

Might as well give them life, or put them in a hearse

'Cuh he could've been rapping

But now he's still packing

A big gun for when his oppositions come clapping

It's a lose-lose for him

I'mma keep it real, he get shot, he going pale

He shoots him, he going jail

Where we're from, you know how hard it is to better yourself

Upper class won't understand 'cuh you inherited wealth

No opportunities, this is our community

Maybe you should help here, instead of all the scrutiny

There's a knock-on effect for this shit you wanna ban

Let me paint you a picture so you dummies understand

[Verse 2: Konan]

Hi my name is Jaden, everybody calls me Jay

I'm fifteen I'm from a poor block round the way

My mum tries her best to put food on my plate

My life's okay, I go to school everyday

Sometimes I gotta go to school with no lunch money

But I get it, she ain't got it, I still love mummy

But now she got a extra job

It's not great though, but I guess it's extra gwop

Look, mummy weren't home, I started staying out late

I started hanging out with people from my estate

They all had fresh clothes, everybody looking paid

They all sell drugs, said they'll teach me the way

Started trapping on them man now, I swear

Yeah I'm fifteen, with a couple thousand to spare

Feds raided my house and found all of the gear

Got nicked, went jail, but I'll be out in a year

When I came out of jail, all my friends had beef

So I guess I'm involved, that's the rule of the streets

That's how it goes where I'm from

You touch him, you touch me

And these are my friends but it's a gang to police

Why'd I get involved, guess I'm young and I'm dumb

Out of jail couple months, already bought me a gun

I'm a good kid at heart, but the beef keeps spiralling

I guess I'm a product of my environment

[Interlude: Konan & Policeman]

Ah fuck, is that feds?

Don't move, armed police, armed police, put your hands on the steering wheel now

[Verse 3: Konan]

I got nicked again, 'cause I gripped a skeng

I started rapping in jail, so I gripped the pen

Every single nigga in the jail rates the bars

And when I land road, they said that I gotta go hard

I keep writing the verse, while I'm riding this bird

Tryna get my appeal, now I'm out on the third

Then I started selling spice, the whole jail got word

Then I came from education and my cell got searched

Got caught with a phone, I've just come from the block

New kid in the jail, but he's one of the opps

Already got the drop, it's only been a couple hours

When he comes in the wing, then we get him in the showers

And I won't even learn, but I'mma get him for the bros

'Cause I know they'd do the same thing if I was on the roads

Don't worry 'bout the govs 'cause they'll turn a blind eye

All my bros heard the news, know it's on the timeline

Years go by and I'm only getting older

Getting less letters, visits get slower

Music on my mind, my release getting closer

Swear I can't wait 'til it's over

[Interlude]

[Verse 4: Krept]

Now I'm back on road, I put the trap on hold

I'mma focus on the rap 'cuh man can blow

We started dropping these bangers, these tracks were cold

Now I'm watching my fanbase grow

They took my videos down, said it's too violent

I can't do a show, it's getting stopped by Trident

It's slowing down my income, they're tryna ban drill

Now my bus' dying, it's hard to get a deal

I dunno how to feel, I got away from the streets

'Cause this rap shit helped keep me away from the beef

Now money's low, I gotta get back on my feet

Now I'm back selling drugs 'cause a nigga gotta eat

I'm back trapping day-to-day, I got a baby on the way

I told my girl "be patient, I promise that I'll make a change

Babe you know I tried this rappin' shit but the feds got me back in shit"

Now I'm chilling on the block, y'know, licking out them shots

Save as much money so I can eventually stop

But I gotta be on point 'cause the beef's still on top

Too late 'cause them niggas got the drop

There's a car pulling up, ah fam I'm fucked

I'mma try run but they caught up

Can feel the knife sharp in my gut

My body collapsed, it's hard to get up

"Wagwan fam, remember me from the can?

Shoulda stuck to rapping" - they said it as they ran

But little did they know that was all part of the plan

Holding my stomach, blood on my hands

Paramedics trying, I know I'm slowly dying

They're tryna keep me breathing, my mum's here crying

I can see the pain, she prayed for me still

I can feel my heart coming to a standstill

Feds asked who's responsible, I just kept it real

I said "Whoever banned drill"

[Flatline tone]