Текст песни Drill Sergeant - Tech N9ne

Death, yo death night set
Yo death night death
Yo death night set
Yo death night

OG nobody but the government control me
But to my followers I gotta keep it low key
To keep the image of a nigga that is so free
I approach he without a fatha figga I deliver guap
And give a spot to parolees makin mo cheese
Pushin rocks and we grow weed never no permit and fuck the police
I'mma cold piece (chyeah)
I get at em at a young age (chyeah)
So I can have em in a dumb rage (chyeah)
Really combative in a numb way static
When my tongue say have a little fun wit the gun spray (chyeah)
But never let a hood snipe you
And gotta know whenever ain't a hood might sue (chyeah)
So let the good white through (chyeah)
The enemy I'm tellin you to murder gotta look like you!
(Killin em up)
Dreads wit gold teeth yeah
A fasho thief fed while lead is the motif
(Killin em up)
Said you can sho be head
Of the whole street cre put a dead nigga so deep
(Killin em up)
Bread be the trophy
Betta get yo brie bled hella red for the groceries
(Killin em up)
Never to slow grief cheddar get obese
Beggin he plead give em no peace (chyeah)
Now flip this ta music (chyeah)
Seek out a company and find the biggest ta move it (chyeah)
Yeah the lyrics are stupid
But critics approve it and people for the wicked will lose it (chyeah)
I'll take you real far and raise ya (chyeah)
Pulled out the ill tar and sage ya (chyeah)
Who makes to kill art enslave ya? (chyeah)
I am the drill sergeant major!

Death, yo death night set
Yo death night death
Yo death night set
Yo death night

Take the energy ta IG, Facebook (chyeah)
TikTok, put ya vibe on Twitter (chyeah)
Ain't no limit we can buy free make crook (chyeah)
Hip hop and push the eyes on niggas (chyeah)
Lots of foes waitin
Shot ya rotation to the top ops and mo hatin (chyeah)
Lock and load nation
Got the globe breakin ya block so drop ya location (chyeah)
Let em know that you a real one
Emotion you feel none anybody really want it will come (chyeah)
When he do you gotta peel some (chyeah)
Never stop until the idea done nothin but a drill son (chyeah)
Talkin loud is how we make this fame
The hate exchange no face to face is lame (chyeah)
Gotta slide and try ta take his chain
The safest thang to keep livin you bake his brains nigga
(Killin em up)
Caught by the cop set talk outta pocket cross me ya offed in hot sec
(Killin em up)
Walk and ya not blessed
Lost in the projects cost of the false shit I pop tec's
(Killin em up)
When they comin nosey
Tell em you don't know me tell em alotta nothin really slowly
(Killin em up)
Callin you the doe B
Never expose me and ya family won't need a sad emoji! (chyeah)
You can leave wit a blown mind
Or confess to your own crimes
Wit the feds I'm in the wrong bind
That can put my ass away for a long time!
So my job is to befriend the funksters
Get em living foul till they deep in the dumpster (chyeah)
Drill sergeant I lead friends ta unda
Graves and penal system I feed them the youngstas!

Death, yo death night set
Yo death night death
Yo death night set
Yo death night

You got big dreams
You want fame
Well fame costs
And right here's where you start payin
In sweat
And in death