Michael Rafael - DRILL (feat. Nautica)

Aye
Hmm
Whoa
Yeah
Mmm Mmm Mmm
Let me talk to you real quick
I promise you, it sound like it but its not a fuckin drill
Aye

This is not a drill
This is not a drill
This is not a drill
Ohh ohh ohhh

You see me
NY sht
BX been on my TV
TX when i pull up
Up in this bitch
Send the folks my reasons
Reppin Texas
Deluxe finna release
BCP this sht easy
Like Lauren said
Gotta repeat
Used to pull up wit CDs
That sht turned to MP3's
Showing my age wit that one
Fuck it, now we all streaming
Ayee
I'm still out here gettin bread
Still gettin bomb ass head
Still giving bomb ass head
Do i keep my bitch happy
YES
I can't even cap
God bless
A nigga like a Little bit of pressure
This is not a drill
This is sht to getcha
Out of ya seat in a second
When tha beat drop
Ion't wana hear sht, these lessons
For the boys on the block
Tryna get it by any means
Gotta know it's better sht out there
Before you hit a lick
Try to think of another thing
Another way to get another dollar
The fuck you mean
When I'm in my bag, nah I can't breathe
When i see a brother from another mother
Lost on a TV screen
Damn
No need for the get back
Let's get back to the money
And give back to the folks
Get racks
Generational goals we tryna promote
This ain't a drill
Nauti let em know

This is not a drill
This is not a
Drill
This is not a drill
Ohh ohh ohhh
This is not a drill
This is not a drill
This is not a drill
This is not a
Drill
This is not a drill
This is not a drill
This is not a drill
Ohh ohh ohhh

Relief
What i provide might be the
Only thing that keeps me
Breathing
Leader in me
See, i just popped out to show my niggas how to eat and
Learn from the potnas at the same time
I'm just out here tryna get them shinin
Got like 8 rhymes
Ain't lying
To show you how to get paper
Split it up, wait for it
Baby you gon have to pay to play when you first start out
But it turns into wages
And basically I'm just saying
Work yo ass off
Fuck them haters
I don't do no mo favors
Unless i know you
Got jaded with the fck sht
Muthafck that fakeness
On god, folks still owe me bread
But it's mo doh I'm tryna get
So I say drop guns throw fist
All the time
I'ma advocate the case
Aye, drop the K
Drop the chop
You dropped another mother's son mayday
Left communities in melee
Make it make sense
That kid was like 8 years old
Wasn't even part of the function
Nobody knows cause nobody told
Who ran up shooting
Damn... all over some VV's
They hop out the truck
Start to dump
Guard ya loved ones
Yeah, We need peace
Not pieces

This is not a drill
This is not a
Drill
This is not a drill
Ohh ohh ohhh
This is not a drill
This is not a drill
This is not a drill
This is not a
Drill
This is not a drill
This is not a drill
This is not a drill
Ohh ohh ohhh

Written by:
Michael Maldonado-Celorio

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