Home Invasion

(альбом: DRILLMATIC Heart vs. Mind - 2022)

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton
With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience
He got into some nonsense
Nigga jumped in the car with a strap out
Just got done mixing dope in the trap house, black out
Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out
Trigger finger itchy, looking for opps
In the city where these niggas do not
Fuck around when they holding them Glocks
Drop the top while you ride in the drop
In the kitchen like we know Betty Crock'
Cook the dope, take it out of the pot
Rock it up then we back on the block
Niggas jaw-jacking while the cars passing
Started jacking Dickies, that's our fashion
Turn the lights off when in lost fashion
Niggas in the field, playing all Madden
Assassin, we back-to-back in Impalas and Cadillac
Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks
Hanging out the back of it
Niggas don't know the half of it
We come through like we capping shit
Ski masking shit, click-clack and shit
All in your mail, open packages
On this Compton shit, demonish it
Chronic kicks with confidence, ominous
Obviously, probably be high as fuck
And that's why we tripping, I'ma mind this shit
Running over prominent neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit
Dominant niggas shit, they gon' wish they left us on the biggest continent
Hood politics, the drama gets sticky, hollow tips, I'm letting off fifty
Out of it 'cause I'm riding round tipsy, promise this is payback for Nipsey

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton
Through a rag in his pocket and start calling it Bompton
He was nickel and diming, it was the sign of the times when
Nigga had to take a deep breath
I tried walking straight past him, I see T-Flats and they asking
I got on my kakis, my rag is hanging out the back under my backpack
And all my homies in a casket
That's why I'm standing in the Gap with this ratchet
Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens
So what the fuck is up? My knuckles up
My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up
I got my hat backwards and the strap back in
I ain't had a thought if they was buckled up
I've been outside since I was jumped in
In my hood, they call that Double Dutch
This Cedar Block where heaters pop
And we catch fades, come get this uppercut
Back home with the lights off and the roaches
Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus
Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa
I'm hoping I don't end up hopeless
Used to play ball, dribble the rock and fuck roaches
Stack bread whether or not it got molded
IRS circle the block, it's not over
Ain't letting niggas get shot without motives
All dead niggas' blocks we drive over
Never look back or stop for y'all vultures
Drive straight over the top of y'all Focus
Ready or not, we 'bout to take over
We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em, boulders is rolling like Otis
Tempted to take the controller out your hand, fuck my composure
Windows get rolled down, we smoking, enemies, opps and whoever
Outside, no matter the weather, handguns is light as a feather
Fly off the handle, you die, no, we ain't waiting to ride
We cop your slice of the pie and tell 'em they spacing the sky

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton
With a flow like a monster who was moving that contraband
Damn, y'all niggas is sick
You bet' not hold your breath in this bitch
Pressing the issue, new vet, I'ma show you what the shit do
New TEC and it's military issue, see blood so it definitely hit you
Ayy, Blood, what they do with all the tissue?
Pass around at the funeral, it's unusual
To see his opps standing in the background, laugh now
No pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now
Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt, it's a wrap, niggas ain't coming back
It's a wrap, you can tell 'em, I said it, nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it
And the whole block live, ten Glock .9s, everybody on they lives, nigga
My team vs. your team, they don't want a sofa, tell 'em take a dive, nigga
Black lives matter, don't they? But niggas kill niggas, won't they?
Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out next to the lady selling alote
It's "Gang gang" 'til it's time to roleplay
He was balling at a nigga, OJ
We in and out and we ain't have to crochet
I'm a small criminal, Annie, are you okay?
I was robbing niggas, I was jacking for beats
I was baldhead when my khakis creased
Jumping over fences, what the athletes feed?
I was onto Compton, I was packing heat
Never met D-Wade yet, never hit the 101 Freeway yet
In the game but ain't say EA yet, Outkast ain't made 3K yet
I was in your house, like