Drilla - Mo2Crazee

Yeah so I'm standin' tall like a pillar

So I just might need me a drilla

They tryna knock me off n***a

But I can stop ****

I gotta make a way for all of my reallas

**** was smaller than a dot n***a whatchu thought

So I can't trust these n***as

These n***as they like to talk

You ain't never been gang n***a you ain't on go

You was havin' sweet dreams and

I was sleepin' on the flo'

Then I got big dreams and

I started grindin' I'ma chase 'em

Sit back smoke w**d God might lace 'em

Said I'm original baby I keep it gangster

On my way to the top **** I'm next up

Workin' that overtime just to run a check up

Yeah God really blessed me I'm blessed up

I said these hoes they tryna step

It got me messed up

I said these hoes they tryna step

Y'all got me messed up

I had to hop out my feelings

'Cause you ain't do nothing for me

I'm asking God can you heal me

I done seen enough of these streets

I might just want me like three

**** I might just cop me like four

Just gimme the word I'ma go baby

Aye Contraband

Just gimme the word I'ma go baby

Yeah uh yeah wha wha

Yeah so I'm standin' tall like a pillar pillar

So I just might need me a drilla

They tryna knock me off n***a but I can stop ****

I gotta make a way for all of my reallas

**** was smaller than a dot n***a whatchu thought

So I can't trust these n***as

These n***as they like to talk

You ain't never been gang n***a you ain't on go

You was havin' sweet dreams and

I was sleepin' on the flo'

Had to hustle fo' the nights me

And my folks ain't have no dinner

Had to talk with God and he told me

To find yourself a winner

Had a talk with my daddy to and

He told me stop sinnin'

I know some n***as from 'round the way

Nothin' been hand me I found a way

That beat they grindin' like Simon say

Snatchin' yo' ***** I might confiscate

Ain't talkin' money don't conversate

Hang from the gutters said I leave them poverty

I'm blowin' up they say like I'm Osama

Boy catch these hands I don't **** with them choppas

Bro you don't want me you gon' meet all my mamas

Tell 'em 'bout a bag I'm 'bout all my commas

Gotta keeps these racks to get to my mama

Gotta keeps these racks to get to my mama

Yeah oh woah oh woah aye Contraband

Yeah so I'm standin' tall like a pillar

So I just might need me a drilla

They tryna knock me off n***a but I can stop ****

I gotta make a way for all of my reallas

**** was smaller than a dot n***a whatchu thought

So I can't trust these n***as these n***as they like to talk

You ain't never been gang n***a you ain't on go

You was havin' sweet dreams and I was sleepin'

On the flo'

Ooh

Yeah ooh

Too crazy

Too crazy

No

Crazy no yeah