Текст песни Drill Music (WW3) - Zeke Pablo

Uptown what up though
Shoutout southwest
West, North what up?

What the fuck happen to hip hop?
It's like this shit died since TikTok
The culture being ran wrong
This shit cold like the fan's on
Same shit, same song
More sticks, more thongs
Used to be dealing and more dealing
Now it's just killing and more drilling
And with the ladies it's just all pussy
I'm like damn baby I like your pussy but I'm tired of ya pussy
Can you switch it up? Talk about ya first love?
Favorite color? I don't know anything but ya butt?
These niggas trash
Call me a hater homie
You speak the truth in front of a lie
They say you hating on em
No substance in this game no more
They fake and phony
If niggas start stealing in ya squad, you gotta shake the homies
Everybody they chasing hits
Everybody just want the lick
Everybody just sampling no originality, All bullshit
It's like 3 niggas that's nice up in this rap game
Drake Cole and Kendrick
Everybody else they all mid grain!
Or garbage
They fool the masses wit the Streams though
It's all numbers man, Everything ain't what it seem though!
It's the white folk that buy the music so they dictate?
They should bring hard CDs back Cuz this shit strange
It's all narratives
Perception the new reality
They turn shit into a shit pie
And you gonna eat that shit cuz ya mentality
They tell you red is blue and 4 is 2
And you gonna believe that shit cuz your mentality
They see you one way nigga! That's a thug
But that's a fallacy

Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs awayyyyy
Bombs away!

Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs awayyyyy
Bombs away!

And I ain't done dropping bombs on em
I still got more shit to talk about
Niggas gonna take offense to this
But I don't really care nigga we can spark it out
Shit, It's a reason Pac the goat and you not nigga
Cuz he the soldier these niggas talk about
These niggas scared of competition for real
I'm on their ass pause, I don't wanna talk it out
I been killin shit they been feelin this since 2013
Been flaming shit but had hater shit all in my own family
They blocked a nigga but ain't stop a nigga
I still got my damn cream
Cash rules everything and I still master rule everything
I love that I went broke and I was on my dick on skid row
I love that I ran to Suge with crip homies and I got the flow
I love that I almost died then got booked with nowhere to go
God sat me down then stood me up

That's on my soul On my soul!
That's on my soul!
On my soul!

Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs awayyy
Bombs away!

Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs awayyy
Bombs away!