Prologue Lyrics

The youngest of 5, at least I knew of em

In my childhood, I met my half of my brothers

And memories from a young age

That's certainly something

Just know I was raised by a gang

Or maybe a couple

Cause my momma was stubborn

But if I'm being real

I guess I still love her

But if the love turns hate

Some nights in the summer

I'll be a public enemy

And I'll never recover

I'm just spitting at em,

Here's the action

Lyrics going every way,

there ain't no shootin back

No response, no response

These bitches all scared of drebb

Cause I'll get as ruthless as I can

And fuck rappin fast, imma go slow so y'all can hear me

Spit it clearly, fuckin eerie

I'm so strange I know they fear me

Wanna ride, Ill be steering

Wanna die, I'm Henry McCarty

Get back to tha saloon, we throw a party

We got girls and booze, and a pound of that shit

Fuck tha police ain't no law in the mitt

So here he is

Orphaned-kid

Accepted by no fuckin orphanage

But I guess shit ain't changed with bitches

Cause I feel the same bout women

I like to pretend that I'm in those movies

So I'll get rich, y'all bitches can sue me

Sawed off shotty, on my left

Solve my problems

I was born in tha Wild West

A desperado

With no role models

Just my colt revolver

I was born in the Wild West

I was born in the wild north

Nothing to do but smoke and fuck whores

But they ain't do nothing but meth and have babies

I've had homies go shady

Had dumb bitches who play me

And if it wasn't for y'all, I might've never went crazy

Talkin bout bodies in tha basement

But it was skeletons escaping

They made me face it, these bitches all faking

I'm shaking with hatred, But I'm baked again

Thought I was quitting, feelin like an addict

Fuckin like a Jack rabbit

Smoking non-sense til my ass dragging

But I'm still writing like a motherfuckin author

Workaholic, biting bars til my jaw hurt

Tryna sit back and watch, shot caller

Big baller, with a 6-4 Impala

Tryna be like Dre with the aftermath

I'll never drop again, just support my friends

But fuck em all, cause none of them shit

Prolly sitting back wondering when imma quit

So here it is, the ballad of big Drebbie, get ready for the motion picture

Didn't mean to hit ya,

just flipped the script, got hits on hits

But I ain't gon drop no shit

It'll be vault 26 by the time I split

Imma drop this shit like fuckin skitz

With that mentality imma blow this year

But this time, I ain't getting let down again

Sawed off shotty, on my left

Solve my problems

I was born in tha Wild West

A desperado

With no role models

Just my colt revolver

I was born in the Wild West

But fuck it,

I ain't gonna blow up never

Too damn clever, for them mufuckin heffers

Can't blow up when these hoes talkin hoe stuff

I'll just talk bout rolling up, going Wiz on that Khalifa Kush

But I'm grown in here,

got to much business to be stoned all year

Got meetings all week, Silas' birthday this month

But start tha album now? Drebb you a dumb fuck

I'm talkin to myself like an imaginary friend

Cause as a kid, it helped me achieve

Some sort of ease,

Now it's to cope with dreams, not happening

I guess that he still resides in me,

So come roll with - (big Drebbie!)

Take a trip to my land of make believe