Big Drum
(专辑: What Has Been Blessed Cannot Be Cursed - 2022)
Yeah, Goose, look 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 wearing 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 plotting 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 keeping 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) The
beat file domestic charges when I
say raps to it (Uh-huh) I
get to venting and bringing 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 viewing 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, push that chicken like a
cacciatore plate I'm back tapped in my zone, Bristol mints, 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 liking charge of crystal Like it's sole and amethyst, my flow is vanishments (Uh-huh) These niggas know I
hold advantages to 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 sleeping out in Radison (What?) I
stayed in my lane, they thought that I
was travelling, but I
was gathering I
know that they thought I
was sinking 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, making 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 Some days I
feel like Big, I
be ready to die (Ready to die) Thinking '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 trying, uh, I
think that I'm 50 (Think that I'm 50) Riding 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 itching 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 telling me to chill, she can't get through to me (Ah) This drum ain't got no fucking 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 hitting licks with the
COs still watching me (We still getting rich, nigga) It's real bitches that see me out, they tell me to keep going (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 popping 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 looking for a
reason (Huh) Any beat or song, listen, I'm kinda undefeated Your new shit ain't comparing 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 thinking 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 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 pursing (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 working, 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) 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) Yeah, we coming, nigga Matter of fact, we here right now DrumWork, bitch