The Process

(album: Drill Commandments - 2021)

Yo, some things in life, we don't always process
Some things, we don't know yet
Dad died, had me scratching my head, I was only eleven outside trying to protest
My little bro done it bait, broad day, but what can I say? He don't know less
Trigger finger's itchy, but something's telling me, "Just focus" (I-I-I love Chris Rich)
Yo, then something's telling me, "Just focus", then something's telling me, "Don't look back"
Then something's telling me, "Go whoosh and push", and something's telling me, "Don't cook that"
Uh, uh, we ain't giving no corn when we drop that
Junebug too loose, if you swing one first, one hundred percent, he'll drop back

Ayy, ayy, Broadwater farm, we don't leave where it's at (No, we don't)
Of course it's Black Lives Matter, but opps try to pull up, we're beating it back
I swear, it's as real as that
How you can't record with a woi? Can't go, boy, I swear there's no healing back
Take two thots into Cali', down that Maggy, I swear it's got me feeling frass
Real badman, back mash and bust off the bruckback, bruck off and left that lock off
Sure you wan' take that top off?
Suck off fried all night, won't log off
Just took an L, gon' make it a one off (Only once)
They was lit back then, now they gone off
When me and my slime jump out of the ride, make your whole block run off

(No problem, no problem, hey)
This life, we come never safe cah we in these streets (Hey)
So we know the difference that's between you and me (No, no)
How could you compare a street one to police?
Look at all the monsters they compare us to (Ooh)
Why do you think we wouldn't trade places with you?
Even though we in these streets, drillers got feelings too (We got feelings too)
Lord, forgive me if I bust my gun (Hey)
But I ain't dying by the hands of somebody's son

Yo, young star in the hood, let me make it clear
I told bro, "We gon' make it fair"
If I get a hundred, then you get fifty, 'cause you're my brother, of course I'll share
And Black Lives Matter, it's sad to say, when I take it there, we can take it there
Ayy, they still see me and smile when I'm in Moncler
Yo, they still see me and smile when I come through the entrance
I told bro, "Keep your head up high, you got twenty-one years, it's a very long sentence"
Baow, they wan' sign but I'm still independent
Got props in my bag cah I'm all time, school time, now I got him on my pendant

Racks, upgrade this ride and I've come a long way from staining guys
This stuff not worth it, blade on my side
KMT, just a day in my life
Climb to the top, no wasting time
Feds want me to stop like I'm braking a bike
What a shame on them guys, Black Lives Matter, we're staying alive
Bad one wanna ride like a bike, grip on the fire, she grips on my pipe
Slide inside, she's getting all hype, she told me I'm one of a kind
She's rating my vibes, she's rating the life, she don't care about raving at night
She only care about baking her mind, got the young boys out here staying the night

(No problem, no problem, hey)
This life, we come never safe cah we in these streets (Hey)
So we know the difference that's between you and me (No, no)
How could you compare a street one to police?
Look at all the monsters they compare us to (Ooh)
Why do you think we wouldn't trade places with you?
Even though we in these streets (I-I-I Love Chris Rich), drillers got feelings too (We got feelings too)
Lord, forgive me if I bust my gun (Hey)
But I ain't dying by the hands of somebody's son