21 District - Drills
Ay big boy what have you drilled
15 First drilling in Granville
Please Handle your friends careful
Run up and change his skin like Randall
Us youngins were letting off fire
Putting in work, that's a Roman candle
Your mum she prayed to the Lord
When I robbed these Lands
To pay that landlord
Tread careful round this part of the lands
Get caught like Gretel and Hansel
Whenever they Cross this wall with Trump of the west
That's a Mexican standoff
Ayy big boy talk about drills
I done grew up with crims and vandals
Old friends wanna dirt my name
See em in person make an example
Police man wanna cease man
Wearing tns and trackies
These drills of the land in street gangs
We freeman running round like Cathy
16 on a trucky Daily routine every morn That's a 25 hun'gy
10 bags at 6.5 in the 6ams
No Kyle and Jackie
Their trips round here too short
Inner west no parking here
Move along
They know that's the golden law
Still widdit? Yes of course
Too much barkin lad now they
TikTok on the streets like Bella poarche
Round of applause bxtch
He did them bladings started waving
When he asked for mercy back
Naa, yea na
Sent that dog in the bone yard
Argh
Send em again send em again and again
Pussy got my bro like smith and Wess
I'm there in the op block ends aye
pull up when I feel like it
Can't peace with none of these rats
Sound like Vilza there and the fate gets sealed like his, on gang
Pressed pause on music learn
Got Sydney wide on frosty gang greenlight
trust me The incomes.. Earned
I roll out with no cash on me like stormzy
ain No time filming flops when I get round there Trynna smoke that orbzki
Paintings, Potraits no freedom
They know the gats on me
Ace namz jay emz yp
Why don't you come on over Valerie
Like Valerie here sing and dash
Mute that song cruise control
Cos yp hitting that gas pussy
How many times shop round ther with mounty glamour
She want Mando she want lambos
She want it uh
See an opp boy in the ambo
They're with Lady luck
I'm there strapped up in Nandos
Tell your cops stop stressing tho
Gonna get that dog with a Rambo
Don't know what the fuck they talking about my gs are ready for war (fuck one
four)
pussy
I seen your kind in jail
Empty your pockets and go for bail
(Gang, Inner West)
These dogs still talk on my name
all sound the same, my mothers here and yours in the grave (dickhead)
I ain't your mainstream rapper
I'll be labelled a mainstream capper
For the things I've done on the road
How many times do we lift those fat cunts
Look Ace got dropped in Bathurst
Freddy got done up in Bathurst
Lekks got sent to the boneyard Bathurst
How many times do your boys get (BOAWWWW) inside
Seen some lads in our hood (21)
Then He got shown what's good what's good what's goodie
Their boys left ole matey to die
And they still try and drill in their music
How many times do we step round there
For my bro it's the usual
Two men didn't want that smoke at his wedding function
Wouldve been your funeral
Stay in the car, my vision is clear
You don't wanna risk your music career
I told my son that I'm sorry tonight I'm sliding
And if ever do time I won't ditch my crew
I'm Smoking that vilza Pack on a bender lad I'm flying
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