Drum Dealers (feat. Doza the Drum Dealer, 100 Kufis & Chillz)

Found myself in a place Where life is not as nice They want me locked up Like the snot when I drop the ice Pops precise Rock 'em twice Watch him drop Like the stock When they chop the price Go fuck yourself like hermaphrodites No trapping light That won't suffice for my appetite The trunk heavy in this bitch Done ran the traffic light That type of shit Get you banished Like Adams apple bite Same for those Who post screenshots Up on the Gram for likes Got niggaz on your block Up top I send my man a kite Ya family gonna have to hold vigil By candlelight They think I wanted to hustle That was a sacrifice They done cut the power off nigga I didnt have no lights I had a tank full of gas Started to handle white Shit I looked up and I aint have no life One slip you pushing up Daisies and dandelions Either that Your man on the stand Raising his hand and crying I Figured you'd talk spice Trigger abort life Pool of blood Red bottoms I'm dripping in all spikes Yeah this hoody came from Off White And I got it off white Talk like they get it I was pitching off the base I'm talking Culinary Arts We making chicken off a plate Giuseppe his grill Add a zipper to his face This pole ain't for election Killers don't debate Bitches on the prowl Got ya chick about to drown All this water on da wrist Can go fishing on the dial 4 4 8 I'm weighing sticky by the pound Trigger happy Boy I had to kill em wit a smile Part time rapper Full time chemist Break it down on the first And then I re-up every second Jewels and the necklace Goons for protection Last week O T Your favorite rapper had to check in He pussy I knew that nigga was pussy Somebody give him some vagisil Matter fact Get that pussy nigga some Massengil Matter fact Give that pussy nigga a pap smear Fucking up the hip hop scene You niggaz rap weird Motherfuckers selling they soul Quicker than Stock X Dressing all fly But kids looking a hot mess Get your priorities straight Before ya head get left priority mail Somewhere by the front gate One thing my niggaz'll never do Is pump fake If anything I'll beat you wit' this bitch Until the gun break Last four years I survived in a Trump state Just a lil' food for thought Take a lunch break Beefing wit' my niggaz Ain't recommended 'cause this The type shit you don't Wanna go stepping in it Niggaz say they ride but this ride Got a weapon in it This heavy metal only pack lead No Zeppelin in it Rappers need to be more real Do less pretending This industry is Fuckin' wit' these kids Like sex offenders Niggaz better register the fact I'm a representer of hip-hop Say the wrong thing on the track Nigga and get shot Clear lens in the Cartiers I'm outside you niggaz hardly there My attire surprise party gear In all black like the Omen Say you getting chicken You gotta show me No question I got it on me Boy I'm always situated I'm authentic Like when Mitchel made it Well I can get you faded Built for Cuban linx Yours is nickel plated Use to count the money Now we get the weighing Levels we on different stages I'm on time and never chilling out You step in wrong We gon' wheel 'em out Ain't living What y'all written's 'bout And honestly a nigga not surprised Because the loudest nigga In the room The first one to drop a dime The gang know An opp of yours Is an opp of mine Simple correlation wit' real one's You not the kind Well fuck it I can live with that It's Chillz YG nigga Brooklyn where I get it at