Lyrics Ban Drill - Krept & Konan
Yeah
Banning
drugs,
you′re
making
the
situation
worse
Might
as
well
give
them
life,
or
put
them
in
a
hearse
'Cuh
he
could′ve
been
rapping
But
now
he's
still
packing
A
big
gun
for
when
his
oppositions
come
clapping
It's
a
lose-lose
for
him
I′mma
keep
it
real,
he
get
shot,
he
going
pale
He
shoots
him,
he
going
jail
Where
we′re
from,
you
know
how
hard
it
is
to
better
yourself
Upper
class
won't
understand
′cuh
you
inherited
wealth
No
opportunities,
this
is
our
community
Maybe
you
should
help
here,
instead
of
all
the
scrutiny
There's
a
knock-on
effect
for
this
shit
you
wanna
ban
Let
me
paint
you
a
picture
so
you
dummies
understand
Hi
my
name
is
Jaden,
everybody
calls
me
Jay
I′m
fifteen
I'm
from
a
poor
block
round
the
way
My
mum
tries
her
best
to
put
food
on
my
plate
My
life′s
okay,
I
go
to
school
everyday
Sometimes
I
gotta
go
to
school
with
no
lunch
money
But
I
get
it,
she
ain't
got
it,
I
still
love
mummy
But
now
she
got
a
extra
job
It's
not
great
though,
but
I
guess
it′s
extra
gwop
Look,
mummy
weren′t
home,
I
started
staying
out
late
I
started
hanging
out
with
people
from
my
estate
They
all
had
fresh
clothes,
everybody
looking
paid
They
all
sell
drugs,
said
they'll
teach
me
the
way
Started
trapping,
I′m
the
man
now
I
swear
Yeah
I'm
fifteen,
with
a
couple
thousand
to
spare
Feds
raided
my
house
and
found
all
of
the
gear
Got
nicked,
went
jail,
but
I′ll
be
out
in
a
year
When
I
came
out
of
jail,
all
my
friends
had
beef
So
I
guess
I'm
involved,
that′s
the
rule
of
the
streets
That's
how
it
goes
where
I'm
from
You
touch
him,
you
touch
me
And
these
are
my
friends
but
it′s
a
gang
to
police
Why′d
I
get
involved,
guess
I'm
young
and
I′m
dumb
Out
of
jail
couple
months,
already
bought
me
a
gun
I'm
a
good
kid
at
heart,
but
the
beef
keeps
spiralling
I
guess
I′m
a
product
of
my
environment
Ah
fuck,
is
that
feds?
Don't
move,
armed
police,
armed
police,
Put
your
hands
on
the
steering
wheel
now
I
got
nicked
again,
′cause
I
gripped
a
skeng
I
started
rapping
in
jail,
so
I
gripped
the
pen
Every
single
nigga
in
the
jail
rates
the
bars
And
when
I
land
road,
they
said
that
I
gotta
go
hard
I
keep
writing
the
verse,
while
I'm
riding
this
bird
Tryna
get
my
appeal,
now
I'm
out
on
the
third
Then
I
started
selling
spice,
the
whole
jail
got
word
Then
I
came
from
education
and
my
cell
got
searched
Got
caught
with
a
phone,
I′ve
just
come
from
the
block
New
kid
in
the
jail,
but
he′s
one
of
the
opps
Already
got
the
drop,
it's
only
been
a
couple
hours
When
he
comes
in
the
wing,
then
we
get
him
in
the
showers
And
I
don′t
even
know
him,
but
I'mma
get
him
for
the
bros
′Cause
I
know
they'd
do
the
same
thing
if
I
was
on
the
roads
Don′t
worry
'bout
the
govs
'cause
they′ll
turn
a
blind
eye
All
my
bros
heard
the
news,
know
it′s
on
the
timeline
Years
go
by
and
I'm
only
getting
older
Getting
less
letters,
visits
get
slower
Music
on
my
mind,
my
release
getting
closer
Swear
I
can′t
wait
'til
it′s
over
Ay
look,
ay
der
he
is
My
fucking,
banter
Yo,
ay
yo
mate,
you
stayin'
fresh
young
Come
on
you
know
mate
(You
stayin′
fresh
young
man,
ya
comin'
ya
comin'?)
You
lot
are
so
childish
(How′s
it
goin′
on
my
babe)
Look
at
your
big
head,
I
missed
you,
welcome
home
Ay
bro,
ay
there's
bare
bread
in
dis
music
ting
now
you
know
I′ve
been
hearing
stuff
I
know
you've
been
writing
bare
bars
in
jail
You
know
what
you
gotta
do
Of
course
Now
I′m
back
on
road,
I
put
the
trap
on
hold
I'mma
focus
on
the
rap
′cuh
man
can
blow
We
started
dropping
these
bangers,
these
tracks
were
cold
Now
I'm
watching
my
fanbase
grow
They
took
my
videos
down,
said
it's
too
violent
I
can′t
do
a
show,
it′s
getting
stopped
by
Trident
It's
slowing
down
my
income,
they′re
tryna
ban
drill
Now
my
bus'
dying,
it′s
hard
to
get
a
deal
I
dunno
how
to
feel,
I
got
away
from
the
streets
'Cause
this
rap
shit
helped
keep
me
away
from
the
beef
Now
money′s
low,
I
gotta
get
back
on
my
feet
Now
I'm
back
selling
drugs
'cause
a
nigga
gotta
eat
I′m
back
trapping
day-to-day,
I
got
a
baby
on
the
way
I
told
my
girl
"be
patient,
I
promise
that
I′ll
make
a
change
Babe
you
know
I
tried
this
rappin'
shit
But
the
feds
got
me
back
′n
shit"
Now
I'm
chilling
on
the
block,
y′know,
licking
out
them
shots
Save
as
much
money
so
I
can
eventually
stop
But
I
gotta
be
on
point
'cause
the
beef′s
still
on
top
Too
late
'cause
them
niggas
got
the
drop
There's
a
car
pulling
up,
ah
fam
I′m
fucked
I′mma
try
run
but
they
caught
up
Can
feel
the
knife
sharp
in
my
gut
My
body
collapsed,
it's
hard
to
get
up
"Wagwan
fam,
remember
me
from
the
can?
Shoulda
stuck
to
rapping",
they
said
it
as
they
ran
But
little
did
they
know
that
was
all
part
of
the
plan
Holding
my
stomach,
blood
on
my
hands
Paramedics
trying,
I
know
I′m
slowly
dying
They're
tryna
keep
me
breathing,
my
mum′s
here
crying
I
can
see
the
pain,
she
prayed
for
me
still
I
can
feel
my
heart
coming
to
a
standstill
Feds
asked
who's
responsible,
I
just
kept
it
real
I
said
"Whoever
banned
drill"
1 Ban Drill
2 Goat Level
3 Salaam
4 I Spy
5 Keep Talking
6 Love And Guidance - Skit
7 Revenge Is Sweet
8 G Love
9 First Time
10 Tell Me
11 Forgiveness
12 Before It’s Too Late - Skit
13 Broski
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