ฟังเพลงDrill Sergeant

Drill Sergeant - Tech N9ne

Lyrics by：Aaron D. Yates/Frederikus van Workum/Nicholas Luscombe

Composed by：Aaron D. Yates/Frederikus van Workum/Nicholas Luscombe

Death

Yo' death nigh set

Yo' death nigh

Death

Yo' death nigh set

Yo' death nigh

Nobody but the government control me

But to my followers I gotta keep it low key

To keep the image that is so free

I approach he without a father figure

I deliver guap and give a spot to parolees

Makin' mo' cheese pushin' regrow weak

Never no permittin' police

I'm a cold piece

I get at 'em at a young age

So I can have 'em in a dumb rage

Really combative in a numb way

Static with my tongue say

Have a little fun with the gun spray

But never let the hood snipe you

And you gotta know whoever in the hood might sue

So let the good white through

Enemy I'm tellin' you to murder gotta look like

You

Killin 'em up

Dreads wit' the gold teeth

Yeah a fa sho' thief

Fed with the lead is the motif

Killin 'em up

Said you can sho be

Head of the whole street

Cred put a dead nigga so deep

Killin 'em up

Bread be the trophy

Betta get yo brie

Bled hella red for the groceries

Killin 'em up

Never ta show grief

Cheddar get obese

Beggin' he plead give 'em no peace

Now flip this to music

See got a company and find the biggest to move it

Yeah the lyrics are stupid but critics approve it

And people for the wicked will lose it

I take you real far and raise ya

Put out the ill tar and saved ya

Who makes to kill art enslave ya

I am the Drill Sergeant Major

Death

Yo' death nigh set

Yo' death nigh

Death

Drill sergeant got the real target

Make you feel hard and get the kill started

Drill sergeant got the real target

Make you feel hard and get the kill started

Take the energy to IG Facebook TikTok

Put your vibe on Twitter

Ain't no limit we can buy free made crook hip hop

It puts the eyes on niggas

Lots of foes waitin' shot yo' rotation

To the top opps and mo' hatin

Lock and load nation got the globe breakin'

Your block so drop your location

Let 'em know that you a real one emotion you feel none

Anybody really want it will come

When he do you you gotta peel some

Never stoppin' till the deal done

Nothin' but a drill son

Talk a lot is how we make this fame

Hate exchangin' no face to face is lame

Gotta slide and try to take his chain the safest thang

To keep livin' you bake his brains

Killin 'em up

Called but the cops said

Talk outta pocket

'Cross me you offed in a hot set

Killin 'em up

Walk and you're not blessed

Lost in the projects

The false should'a popped Tech

Killin 'em up

When he comin' nosy

Tell him you don't know me

Tell him a lotta nothin' really slowly

Killin 'em up

Callin' you the dobie

Never expose me

And your family won't need a sad emoji

You can leave with a blown mind

Or confess to your own crimes

With the feds I'm in a wrong bind

That'll put my 'ass away for a long time

So my job is to befriend the funksters

Get 'em livin' foul till they deep in the dumpster

Drill sergeant I lead friends to under

Graves and penal system I feed them the youngsters

Death

Yo' death nigh set

Yo' death nigh

Death

Drill sergeant got the real target

Make you feel hard and get the kill started

Drill sergeant got the real target

Make you feel hard and get the kill started

You got big dreams

You want fame

Well fame costs

And right here is where you start payin'

In sweat and in death