khaiineezy - Drummond Lyrics

Stand up
I select to bring the drum in, like the Pistons
I can get a nigga dead, like how he end up missing?
My cousin showed me how to f*ck the grits up in the kitchen
My brova tried to warn me 'bout this shit I wouldn't listen
Cant wait 'till I'm on, too many blues might shed a tear
Johnny movin' fast, cops on my ass, eyes in the rear
Ion' really recognize who I see in the mirror
Why I can't replace my heart and do what Tony did?
Always gotta keep my steel so I'm an Iron Man
Fiend can't hold his neck I know the crack work
Yeah, bro gave me the pack I flip it backwards
I can preach this shit just like a pastor
I can teach this shit and give out classwork
My wrist got used to whippin' in the master
Still don't know who did it, shit the mask work
Don't know who down to ride or slide or commit homicide for him
I keep tryn' sip away, my feelings bottled up
Let my mind slip away, no I can't find it f*ck
Seen a nigga standing froze, like a blinded buck
Reaper getting closer everyday I guess my time is up
Leave a nigga, paralyzed sleeping but his mind is up
Tried to tell these niggas I'm a star, these Patrick thoughts
Slimey nigga, burn 'em for his shit now he black as f*ck
Bro got what the f*ck in side his cup this Timmy Turner one
I'm tryn' f*ck a cougar bitch, maybe I can learn me sumn'
Told her I ain't new to this, thoughts when I get in the water
Niggas wasn't just on the bench, I turnt to a top scorer
I select to bring the drum in, like the Pistons
I can get a nigga dead, like how he end up missing?
My cousin showed me how to f*ck the grits up in the kitchen
My brova tried to warn me 'bout this shit I wouldn't listen
Cant wait 'till I'm on, too many blues might shed a tear
Johnny movin' fast, cops on my ass, eyes in the rear
Ion' really recognize who I see in the mirror
Why I can't replace my heart and do what Tony did?
Always gotta keep my steel so I'm an Iron Man
Momma said watch my surroundings my surroundings should be watching me
I understand they lookin' down, when the watching Neeze
Bro a dog, itching for the murder so he got the fleas
When I walk up on you put ya hands up, but I'm not police
I ain't cuffin' hoes, if I did that's a double P
I keep gettin' to these buckets niggas gotta double me
Pistol finna take this nigga face he tryna rumble me
You tryna' huh?
I'm finna take his soul and leave his body there
I'm fightin' wit' my demons, devil in my ear
I'm creepin' through the night, finna face my fears
I'm creepin' wit my .9 finna face ya peers
I want my pockets on Rick Ross
I want my pockets on Rick Ross
Neezy been a big boss
We rob 'em wit' our mask on or f*ck it mask off
Had to turn my f*ckin' music on and turn the trap off
Music on now trap off