DRILL Lyrics

Ain't with the gang

Barely got change

I do not sling

Still might go murder any one soul who throw dirt on my name

Fuckin insane

Toss you in acid right quick, liquidate everything from your guts to your brain

Such a waste, like a dogecoin ape

Pourin' that life you made down the drain

There goes the leverage no evidence

Judge lookin' at me incredulous

They all know that I did it but no way to prove it so I go right back to my residence up on a precipice

Long way down so I can't stop now

All on my grind no time to leave the house

Evaporated the hatred but all that it made in the end was this towering thundercloud

And fuck the clout

Fuck the clout

Fated for total self-actualization, I truly care less who they talk about

Too much momentum can't stop me now

Venomous sentences jotted down

Sense it's momentous the pen is relentless poetic at levels nobody knows how

Ain't with the mob

Ain't with the gang

Don't roll with them

I do my own thing

I got my friends, I don't need fame

Couple real ones over one-hundred lames

Ain't with the mob

Ain't with the gang

Only god judge me so fuck what you think

If I don't make it nobody to blame

Reality that I'm out to reclaim

Killin em for the adrenaline

Guess that the murder's my medicine

How I'm still out here's unsettling

My life run on with no sentencing

Never leave one shred of evidence

Handle my business so elegant

I been dissolving these skeletons

Barrel of acid the end of it

Feelin real menacing flow like the reckoning

Leave em all trembling I disassemble em

Caged beasts over these beats, my EP like a zoo dude

Pop off brand Adderall, too rude off blue chews

Writing this as the sun come up, paranoid with that shotgun pumped

Ain't no way you could play the boy, ain't no slouch I will leave you slumped

So much venom in my system, I know my mental is bigly twisted

I still will spend my whole existence killing avoiding all assistance

Man I used to try and hide it, these days I know I'm an animal

Envious of your state of mind so I ran all up on your capital

I dig the grave, do the dirt, I don't need shooters, I do the work

I sat with my thoughts for ten minutes, went berserk

My pen is like anarchists cookbook the damage I do, if you listened then they flagged you too

Pondering who to else to lash out at when I miss you

Every instance, searching for someone else to blame for my issues

Seroquel hit, mania's chilled but I'm still spillin' loose leaf

Front to the back, slap after turning it over, like two cheeks

Mix dick jokes with Biblical allusions, spit wisdom rudely

Ratat tat tat tat tat at your face no Tunechi

Man I used to think that I wasn't an angry person, these days im not so sure

All the people closest to me, I repeatedly seem to take em to war

Did the pandemic make me this venomous or was I before

I'm thinkin' that the isolation only amplified my nature even more

10 in the morning I still haven't slept

9 on the nightstand 8 ball to its left

7 days of the week it's six up but get me bruh if they arrest me I'm pleading the fifth

Four beats for every bar

Equal to every chamber of my heart

Three faces to God, two lives for the son, one shot for me, but in the end, my chances was none

In the end my chances was none

Just take these negative emotions, load up the gun

Yeah

On my Jeffrey Dahmer

I can't be gangbanging out here man that ain't on brand

Ay you get hit it was just business man

I did it for the image

Bzzbzz

Drill

Gang gang

Westside Gunn noise