I cried when my brother died
Then we went and turnt up on the other side
They gon' feel for every time his mother cried
Fuck them lil niggas, they ain’t never slide
War on? We ain’t never hide
No height limit, they still ain't never ride
I guess that they love wasn’t real
They ain’t feel how we feel
Every nigga that’s around me wanna drill
One driver, two shooters in the wheel
Somеbody gon' get killed
They can’t pay for what thеy did with no bills
Two thirties, I ain’t talkin' 'bout no pills
They gon' get high, still
Give that hot shit out, still don’t know how to chill
You a killer? That mean you got skill
When we pull out, jump out on 'em
If he fall. get over top, we got [?]
Hit that corner, look at all them niggas lackin'
We jump out the wheel clappin'
And they ran, but they was gangstas though, what happened?
We gon' chase them niggas down, we got action
We both in black, matchin'
With one glove, slidin' like Mike Jackson
Bullet hit his hip and made 'em trip
Before he fell, he tried to skip
He never should’ve let the dead come out his lip
I ain’t stand over a nigga in a grip
He gon' get the whole clip, and if it jam, I ain’t leavin' 'til it’s fixed
All the opps' blocks be getting terrorized, I'on wanna hear the lies
'Cause the score was never nowhere near tied
If a opp live, then he paralyzed
But I promise that the next one I hit comin' up there near the guys
So I knock his head off, then I slide
Sent his ass up to God
That’s the consequence of playin' with the guys
We bettin' on them niggas on the ride
If it was even, then it’s odd
And y’all big fish was bitchin' when he died
Could've stood down, but it was his pride
He got his ass fried
Face shot, his head fell to the side
I could see it in his eyes, he was tired
Asked bro if he stood over his man, all he gave me was a nod
And now his Ummi got them tears on her cheek
Claimin' he was so sweet and why the fuck I left his brains in the street?
You could blame it on his friends, they was tweakin'
They had baby boy geekin', now you talkin' to him and he not speakin'
And this shit a cycle that’ll never end
Nobody really ever win, cause when you crap out, you can’t bet again
When I go, I know my niggas better bend
For the time being, understand we ain’t them niggas to bet against
Real Drill was written by Leaf Ward.
Real Drill was produced by AyoTrell.
Leaf Ward released Real Drill on Tue Apr 26 2022.