[Intro: Kenny Allstar]
Everyone's talking kings of drill
M3nace
But to be the king, you gotta walk like one
808donkey
Talk like one
And most importantly, you gotta protect that line you step one R14
As well as that throne that you sit on
Now you tell me, who's the king?
It's the king of drill, CB

[Verse: CB]
I can't sleep on a violation
That's why I wanna go all these cases
Me and Blackz, that's two waps blazing
I've left hella blood on the southside pavements
My aim's on point, I can get 'em from far
Rather do it close and personal
I was doing drills while I was on curfew
Gun residue came like my pеrfume
I talk 'bout smoke 'cah I live this lifе
I swear, I'll get down for mine
Bro got touched and we got 'round there, on-sight
3 days man spent in the ride
I'll do it for my CGE's
That's Mobz, TT and S13
Northside Newham do drills, we do it for the block
Them man do it for IG
Yeah, I got beef with nerds
Them man take L's and they start twisting words
Fuck with me, I'll get siblings burst
I beef 4 blocks and they've all been hurt
I lost count of the guys I've touched
I've touched more guys, you givin' out spuds
Do that drill for the gang, that's love
Can't lie, man, I'll still do that drill for fun
Splash man bait, then pray I get away
If not, then I'm fillin' up candy sheets
Ask about, man, pepper this beef
We was the one who turnt up east
Now I'm in the wing and sliders with my lifers
They don't wanna let us free
It's calm, just came through on the V
That's loud, burning couple sheets
Still eat good, that's kippers, mackerel
Told bro, "Come, let's cook up a feast"
Pattern different, yeah, we still livin'
Can't complain, I ain't six feet deep
But I got opps that are six feet under the ground
I'm still here, billin' up loud
Know some real-life shooters
Say the wrong word, I'll send my shooters 'round
You don't wanna see what they got in their pouch
Nah it' s too big, can't fit in no pouch
Last guy shot, had him screaming, "Ouch"
Chestshot gang, tryna take them out
If you ain't down to kill, then you ain't got beef
What's the reason, please?
Don't get caught up in this life, you can't sign out
Nah, I won't let you leave
Yeah, I got opps for days and weeks
And most been touched 'cah I see in me
And if they ain't been touched already
Then that's pendin', wait and see
I swear, I really live this life
I still got blood on my Rambo knife
When their G's see me, they salute
'Cah they know about the work I've mashed in my time
They send me a C and a 'low together
'Cah they know it'll on together
Spill that blood, that's waps or wetters
I love my bro, he's down forever
King of drill, I don't know about rapping
They can vouch for me on the streets
All I know is war, I don't know about peace
So I'll live my life when the opps decease
Try-tryna put these neeks in dirt
[Chorus: CB]
Them man rap, we squeeze 'em first
That boy got splashed too deep
Can't lie, that one must've really hurt
When we pull up, big men disperse
Get caught, then you get turnt herb
Sometimes, the opps do drills
But when we do it, we leave them worse
Try-tryna put these neeks in dirt
Them man rap, we squeeze 'em first
That boy got splashed too deep
Can't lie, that one must've really hurt
When we pull up, big men disperse
Get caught, then you get turnt herb
Sometimes, the opps do drills
But when we do it, we leave them worse

[Outro]
M3nace
808donkey
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