Текст песни DRU (Drill Rap Up) - MoeMoney

GOATED

Look
Over a decade of puttin in pain
And it's only 2 crimes that the cops ever caught me for
If holdin it down was a sport
This some shit I was definitely gettin a trophy for
They rather me rap about times I was blackin out
Just so these niggas could know me more
Eat a dick if you think I'ma snitch on myself for some clout
That ain't Gon pay the lawyer off
See the difference between me and ya
Is in real life I'm on real timin
Had to kill time for lettin the steel shine
Now it's time to kill, I'm still shinin
Shit don't excite me you niggas are not nothing like me I came to the terms
At arraignment they screamin out usher cuz I had a sig trynna let it burn
I'm I'm I'm from that era where you can't scream gang gang
Unless you hit a square for it
Spin a block, nigga half of ya won't spin a bottle
Truth is I was there for it
I trained for this shit in too many ways
Ay a l in the j's ain't nothin to c
I had a fight on every train there
I'm still on Broadway Junction comfortably
No gang behind me no label to sign me
My energy they cannot match it
Streets fathered me but now the streets dead to me
I made my peace wit becoming a bastard
This a calm walk for a big steppa
If I palm a jawn it's to get cheddar
I was in the wind wit a wig catcher
Trynna lay a opp on a big stretcher
On God

Bitch, none of this drill shit don't mean a thang to me
I'm in these streets where you niggas claim it's beef
I still ain't dead, nigga it's plain to see
Even when I was gang, I did not bang on beats
Bitch, none of this drill shit don't mean a thang to me
I'm in these streets where you niggas claim it's beef
I still ain't dead, nigga it's plain to see
Even when I was gang, I did not bang on beats

I was outside way before they was thought of or brought up
My nigga I been in this shit
Opp blocks I was bendin that shit
Peddle bike wit just ten in the clip
Brownsville where any tenant get hit
Then back to bamaz where the henny get sipped
Brownsville where any tenant get hit
Then back to bamaz where the henny get sipped
Austin powers get my groovy on
I still walk the blocks I caught a shootin on
Front row there to get my movie on
Yea I think you pussy nigga prove me wrong
This woo and this cho shit a joke now
Everybody crip or they folk now
But where was ya for Brighton Beach days
When any opp was gettin poked down
They don't like me but gotta respect me
Did em favors now they think they finessed me
Save her number in my phone as ostrich
One call and that birdie gonna neck me
It's givin whole lotta frontin not enough get back
Niggas on my dick skrap cuz of how my chips stack
I ain't even want ya hoe, send her back gift wrapped
Mouth on split splatt and you gon kiss that
Nasty nigga, I'm past these niggas
I swear I'm way too many levels ahead
Heard the boy was having crooked thoughts
A shot to the matta gon level his head
Niggas be rats facts free da bro fats
I don't fuck wit polices
The closest I ever get to nine one one
Is eleven inside of the nina
Bitch I'm a demon