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Last Drill

Mozzy
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Momma, you raised a motherfucking monster I was like 12 first time I bought a yappa Needed [?] shells motherfucker kept locking I needed [?] shells that motherfucker kept locking We don't do no talking that ain't part of the option If you don't do no flocking you ain't part of this posse I ain't gotta do the drill I just purchased the body He ain't log on facebook like they for certainly got him Had to move out, couldn't be a burden for momma Heard the homies in the neighbourhood be serving my momma 30 on llama, whole lotta dirt on the llama I know this ain't the way you raised me I ain't perfect on momma When this blood gone spill Cold summers the blood gone spill I told god this gone be the last drill But I know he don't believe me cause I'm still up in the field And god you made me who I is But you ain't made me who I turned out to be And god you made me who I is But you ain't made me who I turned out to be I made a monster out of me Hell gang mozzy up now fuck next up Momma used to wait on EBT until her check come Make the fool last every day until the next month Smoke away the pain niggas know I'm to the neck with it Pull up to the telly mandatory cause the check in it You ain't got a body what's his name it's time to check niggas Real recognize real this shit you can't handle When the lights went off we was sleeping by the candles Heat the house with the stove while she cooking over breakfast Dad died when I was young wish he was here with some answers Living to kill again I'm a young black cancer Just living to kill again I'm a young black cancer When this blood gone spill Cold summers the blood gone spill I told god this gone be the last drill But I know he don't believe me cause I'm still up in the field And god you made me who I is But you ain't made me who I turned out to be And god you made me who I is But you ain't made me who I turned out to be I made a monster out of me Like why you niggas so violent All ya'll do is promote violence Pull up and then you firin' I can't lie this funk shit get tirin' But welcome to our environment Hella extra sounds and sirens You don't want to live like this Man I was birthed in this So I thug like this You niggas ain't nothing like this Ain't even close to something like this Ya'll ain't cut like this And all that planning get you killed right away It's like I'm trying to find a ride to find myself But you know I'm a find a way But I don't even know these days I switch my routes cause they was leading to a grave My life going through a maze I'm just trying to maintain When this blood gone spill Cold summers the blood gone spill I told god this gone be the last drill But I know he don't believe me cause I'm still up in the field And god you made me who I is But you ain't made me who I turned out to be And god you made me who I is But you ain't made me who I turned out to be I made a monster out of me