Ban Drill

Lyrics

Yeah
 Banning drugs, you're making the situation worse
 Might as well give them life, or put them in a hearse
 'Cuh he could've been rapping
 But now he's still packing
 A big gun for when his oppositions come clapping
 It's a lose-lose for him
 I'mma keep it real, he get shot, he going pale
 He shoots him, he going jail
 Where we're from, you know how hard it is to better yourself
 Upper class won't understand 'cuh you inherited wealth
 No opportunities, this is our community
 Maybe you should help here, instead of all the scrutiny
 There's a knock-on effect for this shit you wanna ban
 Let me paint you a picture so you dummies understand
 Hi my name is Jaden, everybody calls me Jay
 I'm fifteen I'm from a poor block round the way
 My mum tries her best to put food on my plate
 My life's okay, I go to school everyday
 Sometimes I gotta go to school with no lunch money
 But I get it, she ain't got it, I still love mummy
 But now she got a extra job
 It's not great though, but I guess it's extra gwop
 Look, mummy weren't home, I started staying out late
 I started hanging out with people from my estate
 They all had fresh clothes, everybody looking paid
 They all sell drugs, said they'll teach me the way
 Started trapping, I'm the man now I swear
 Yeah I'm fifteen, with a couple thousand to spare
 Feds raided my house and found all of the gear
 Got nicked, went jail, but I'll be out in a year
 When I came out of jail, all my friends had beef
 So I guess I'm involved, that's the rule of the streets
 That's how it goes where I'm from
 You touch him, you touch me
 And these are my friends but it's a gang to police
 Why'd I get involved, guess I'm young and I'm dumb
 Out of jail couple months, already bought me a gun
 I'm a good kid at heart, but the beef keeps spiralling
 I guess I'm a product of my environment
 Ah fuck, is that feds?
 Don't move, armed police, armed police,
 Put your hands on the steering wheel now
 I got nicked again, 'cause I gripped a skeng
 I started rapping in jail, so I gripped the pen
 Every single nigga in the jail rates the bars
 And when I land road, they said that I gotta go hard
 I keep writing the verse, while I'm riding this bird
 Tryna get my appeal, now I'm out on the third
 Then I started selling spice, the whole jail got word
 Then I came from education and my cell got searched
 Got caught with a phone, I've just come from the block
 New kid in the jail, but he's one of the opps
 Already got the drop, it's only been a couple hours
 When he comes in the wing, then we get him in the showers
 And I don't even know him, but I'mma get him for the bros
 'Cause I know they'd do the same thing if I was on the roads
 Don't worry 'bout the govs 'cause they'll turn a blind eye
 All my bros heard the news, know it's on the timeline
 Years go by and I'm only getting older
 Getting less letters, visits get slower
 Music on my mind, my release getting closer
 Swear I can't wait 'til it's over
 Ay look, ay der he is
 My fucking, banter
 Yo, ay yo mate, you stayin' fresh young
 Come on you know mate
 (You stayin' fresh young man, ya comin' ya comin'?)
 You lot are so childish (How's it goin' on my babe)
 Look at your big head, I missed you, welcome home
 Ay bro, ay there's bare bread in dis music ting now you know
 I've been hearing stuff
 I know you've been writing bare bars in jail
 You know what you gotta do
 Of course
 Now I'm back on road, I put the trap on hold
 I'mma focus on the rap 'cuh man can blow
 We started dropping these bangers, these tracks were cold
 Now I'm watching my fanbase grow
 They took my videos down, said it's too violent
 I can't do a show, it's getting stopped by Trident
 It's slowing down my income, they're tryna ban drill
 Now my bus' dying, it's hard to get a deal
 I dunno how to feel, I got away from the streets
 'Cause this rap shit helped keep me away from the beef
 Now money's low, I gotta get back on my feet
 Now I'm back selling drugs 'cause a nigga gotta eat
 I'm back trapping day-to-day, I got a baby on the way
 I told my girl "be patient, I promise that I'll make a change
 Babe you know I tried this rappin' shit
 But the feds got me back 'n shit"
 Now I'm chilling on the block, y'know, licking out them shots
 Save as much money so I can eventually stop
 But I gotta be on point 'cause the beef's still on top
 Too late 'cause them niggas got the drop
 There's a car pulling up, ah fam I'm fucked
 I'mma try run but they caught up
 Can feel the knife sharp in my gut
 My body collapsed, it's hard to get up
 "Wagwan fam, remember me from the can?
 Shoulda stuck to rapping", they said it as they ran
 But little did they know that was all part of the plan
 Holding my stomach, blood on my hands
 Paramedics trying, I know I'm slowly dying
 They're tryna keep me breathing, my mum's here crying
 I can see the pain, she prayed for me still
 I can feel my heart coming to a standstill
 Feds asked who's responsible, I just kept it real
 I said "Whoever banned drill"
 

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Duration
04:47
Key
6
Tempo
93 BPM

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