[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