Drill Don’t Kill

[Intro]
Yo
If the enemy of my enemy is my friend
And it's me against me, who am I then?
Uh, listen

[Verse 1]
Drill don't kill people, people do
You judge a book by it's cover, you'll never peep the rules
Depression causing preservatives in convenient food
If it's food for thought, then it's obvious that we eating gloom
Graffiti on every wall, my nigga, read the room
Your city tryna do you dirty, you might need a broom
If my environment evil, should I be evil too 'fore I crash out and lose?
Question, have you ever seen a mama buy a tombstone for her firstborn?
He got that unexpected call home and picked up the phone
She gotta be struggling with her faith, I know it's hard to move on
If God makes no mistakes, I guess it's truly no wrongs
This world's a horror film with backgrounds of beautiful songs
I feel imprisoned, but I understand that my word is bond
They hope the devil let us smoke like a rip from a bong
But I'm prepared for the storm
And any weapon that's formed
Will never prosper, why the fuck am I the
Only guy that's not speaking on topics
Of cockin' the pocket rocket?
The shots hit a opp, they jot it
Down, make a song and drop it
I'm not a preacher, prophet or God, but I'm realizing it's systematic
No connection with the radio, so we with the static
Man, I ain't tryna hear that shit if the beat ain't slapping
It's cool if the lyrics positive and 'bout peace and passion
But we need that recent action, yee

[Verse 2]
Brody don't aim that, wait, yuh
Brody don't aim that shit
Jersey club, hands, hips, brody gon' swing that shit
Bullet straight to the brain, that's it
Popo gave him the chains on wrist
He was sliding for gang, dang, mane, now, every day, he sit
Yeah, he caught him a oppy
Tats on his body, so the judge gon' do him sloppy
"Sorry," said to his mommy
Bobby Stalone, shit getting rocky
So-called ahkis won't give him gwap, he stuck
You think he's evil, it's obvi', huh?
Without a background, you probably judge
Huh, yeah, probably, man
Check his family photos
Daddy a no-go, mommy would work at the go-go
Friends was a roach and a mouse
Yeah, it's a house, but it don't feel like a home though
And the aunty was sick for a nose blow
It could be summer, she love her some coco
She was selling his birthday gifts at a pawn shop even though the price was so low
Type of city that make you go loco
Make you jump with the stick, pogo
So he found him some Bloods, no, they not blood
But he call his big homie bro-bro
You can't be where he from and be solo
No, bro, got him a .44, I don't mean ocho
It was all good, until it wasn't
His homie got smoked so he on they top spinnin', woah
He just Rubik'd the block
Instead of mournin' and getting some therapy, big homie told him to rinse him a opp
That's a solution? I think not
But where he from, it's more like a tribe, versus a tribe
Kill one of mine, I got a mop, who down to slide?
This shit is war, boom, boom
Been like this since the beginning of time
Grrt, baow
That's what he was thinking, but here's the reality outside his mind
It's a design to keep us killing each other, it's literally a pipeline
I had an opp that I thought about killing but, instead of drilling, I thought 'bout black lives
First, I was thinking I got to get mine
Got a couple folk that could do the crime
But if this the moment that I get signed
I don't wanna end up like big slime
Plus, I got family that, as a man, I see
They made some moves they regret down the line
I might throw a jab or a diss in a rhyme
But, for my people, I gotta provide
And when it's time for my God to decide
My ego won't be the reason that you die
My ego won't be the reason that I die
That don't mean I'm pussy, that just mean I'm wise, nigga
So I'ma rise quicker, I don't need the tool
'Cause drill don't kill people, people do

[Outro]
Haha, yeah
Skoodwidit