Wally B. - Drummin' Lyrics

This year is mine this time I ain't lying
Look up in the sky cuz I'ma be flyin'
Soaring with the birds, but roaring like a lion
Mustang Wally, kin to Orion
Walk amongst the stars, I speak it into existence
Giving niggas bars, I'm extending your sentence
Lemmie level with you, I'm Opposite of pretentious
I keep my head down, stay outta y'all niggas business
I ride my own frequency, Crest and the trough
No chips on my shoulder, but I got the sauce
No bitch in my blood, Let that dissolve
The glitz and the glamour make half y'all resolve, to get
Money Over Everything, stack them blue faces
And end up getting played, like Granger on the Pacers
Keep ya Eyes open, Paul George ready to face up
I'm doing mental squats, so I can keep my cake up

Getting in moves, cooking up grooves like bluesman
I'm in the booth, telling my truth over my own jams
Channel my youth, try to include all my experience
But I live in the now, and I will now allow myself to crash land
Big plans to get them cash bands
I'm walking with the slow bop like I'm Bruh Man
I'm on the fif' flo, yall niggas in the trash can
The wick is low, midnight oil is the daily plan
I go hard, ain't no sugar added man
I got bars, like an off road Dodge Ram
I'll leap far, just to get to where I gotta land
Takin it slow so these motherf*ckers understand
I'm freewheeling wit some deep skills, I got the
Aptitude to get y'all back for refills
I'd like to see a nigga keep me from them big bills, y'all niggas need pills
I'm climbing up them big hills, and yelling like Meek Mill

I'll be a big deal, word to Ron Burgundy
That might not yet be true because ain't nobody heard of me
Music's the outlet through which I dash my insecurities
I grind it out to rise above all the obscurity
I'll be a big deal, word to Ron Burgundy
That might not yet be true because ain't nobody heard of me
Music's the outlet through which I dash my insecurities
I grind it out to rise above all the obscurity

The music is for healing
Web presence for revealing
My master plan's non existent,
But I don't have no ceiling
My hair long like Weezy
My kicks fresh like Yeezy
A rack of plain tees
Plain James, I'm a be me
Wise like Rafiki
Memorable like Rakishi
Same nigga you remember from
Pushing that Mitsubishi
I'm in this shit now
So much for working on TV
I'm an old school nigga
No fans is tryna be me
But, Wally stay breezy
Cool like Santorini
Mood even like Steven
Distinguished like Mr Feeney, I don't
Dress to impress, often patternless, nonetheless
I rock my Cortez, skinny legs, chain around my neck
Set my own pace, it's innate, I cannot be swayed to
Play the same game, for the fame, that is not my aim
Mustang Wally soon I'ma need a new alias
But I'm not that spontaneous. . . Sorry
I walk to the beat of my own drums
Like Rihanna after "Anti" I'm so gone
I'm a knight, I ain't f*cking wit you little pawns
Just an average joe like Vince Vaughn
I be ripping 16s like some cheap jeans
Not after contracts I'm lookin for my own green
I write it, spit it, I edit,I post it, I'm my own machine
Undeniably gifted, i wraps it up clean