Big Drum Songtext

Mama told me "Stay in the house", I told her "Not today" (I'm outside)
'Cause niggas plottin' and there's two more shits I gotta say (For real)
Nate gone for the summer, yeah, he locked away
Until he home, we gon' run up like ten blocks a day
I used to struggle with my feelings, kept 'em locked away (That was me)
Until I picked that pen and pad up and I draw the way
Tried keepin' me in the hood until I got away (Uh)
Pops showed me my first two pounds, on the block he chase (Yo, yo, check)

The beat file domestic charges when I say raps to it (Uh-huh)
I get to ventin' and bringin' heat, shit's like an HVAC unit
Your shit is garbage, how you slang that sewage? (How?)
This rap is war, shit's like a Matag unit
I hit the top and I had to take that viewin'
Just like a mandatory wake (Uh-huh)
You see, my diction is no eviction
Believe I always had my story straight (I always did)
Attracted to sixteens, just like a statutory pace (Uh-huh)
Got that sauce, push that chicken like a catch-a-Tory play
I'm back, tapped in my zone, Bristol mints, I had the acronyms on Manufacture was still wool when my fabric was sown
Opposite of brittle, with riddles, I'm sharp as sickles
Never artificial, my art's official (My shit's official)
I mean, I'm kinda likin' charge of crystal
Like it's solenanthus, my flow is vanishments (Uh-huh)
These niggas know I hold advantages to over stand this shit (Uh-huh)
Now when he cut 'em on, I slash this shit, left it in bandages (Brrah)
Of course I gotta check it, like I'm sleepin' out in Radison (What?)
I stayed in my lane, they thought that I was travellin', but I was gatherin'
I know that they thought I was sinkin' back when I was paddlin'
But I was still as fly as a vulture when I was scavengin'
And, nigga, I ain't draggin' it
And Buffalo is up now, Griselda was the catalyst (Uh-huh)
Black Soprano Family hold the keys
DrumWork, we came to shackle shit (DrumWork)
Lock it down like twenty-three in one (Wow)
Get two licks, we took shit over, makin' runs in Yeezys 1s (Wow)
Shocked the shit out of a hater, fuck you thought we would become? (Huh?)
Brought myself out of these slums, 'cause Wiz knew I'd be the one
Motherfucker, huh, yeah (My nigga Wiz)
I brought myself out of these slums, 'cause Wiz knew I'd be the one

Some days I feel like Big, I be ready to die (Ready to die)
Thinkin' 'bout my dead homies, I be ready to slide (Ready to slide)
Strictly for my nigga doin' it on some aux shit (Aux shit)
No Cash Money but the backwood's on some hot shit (Some hot shit)
I'ma get rich or die tryin', uh, I think that I'm 50 (Think that I'm 50)
Ridin' bulletproof 'cause many men, they wanna get me (Grrrt)
I can take a quarter, bring it, flip that shit to half (Flip that shit to half)
Turn a half into a whole, we'll make them birds take a bath (Put them birds in the tub, nigga)
Pockets itchin' for that money, like my jeans got a rash (Hahaha)
That shit you spent up on your chain, I got that shit in my stash (That shit in my stash, nigga)
Hold on, it's true to get diplomatic immunity (Immunity)
My mama tellin' me to chill, she can't get through to me (Ah)
This drum ain't got no fuckin' limit, bitch (Grr), I think that I'm Percy (Think that I'm Percy)
Chop a nigga head off, bitch, we ain't got no mercy (Bitch, we ain't got no mercy)
I used to feel it in the air, back when I was they property (Ah)
And they all hittin' licks with the CEO still watchin' me (We still gettin' rich, nigga)

It's real bitches that see me out, they tell me to keep goin' (Keep goin')
When I say this shit get crazy, they say I'm already knowin (Already knowin')
But it's fuck niggas that's so bitter they wanna see me fail (They wanna see me fail)
When they say "Don't go that low", I say "Well, they sent me to hell"
I got young niggas hungry as fuck that like to say they did
Who find themselves opps to see who get the shot to clean it
And to get the most poppin' off them 30s, how convenient
'Cause if you make it to that age, you wide the soccer teasin' (Calm)
Since they ain't have no vision, shit, I figured I could be 'em (Shit, I figured I could be 'em)
Shit, I see the shot right here, I'm just lookin' for a reason (Huh)
Any beat or song, listen, I'm kind of undefeated
Your new shit ain't comparin' to the shit that I deleted (Nah)
I got more smiles, stupid, and went more dumb (Went more dumb)
I plot on top, you is a Kilmore them (Kilmore them)
I got more optimistic, had more fun
But let's not forgot, you isn't from that slum (From that slum)
I go retarded until I can't afford it
At home, I been the richest, and here I am the poorest
My mama need a mention, my sister in the storage
The clothes should build a wall up, my struggle made a fortress
A kingdom come, don't let a man tell you what the truth be (Nah)
Don't let 'em shoot me, or shoot it thinkin' I'm a groupie (Hmm)
Don't let 'em group me, don't let 'em tell you God is love
Then I salute me (Look), might sneak up niggas (Drum), I like a roofie

Okay, I'm reloaded, your kitchen is re-opened
Y'all better cherish these moments, I'ma catch like T. Owens
Pay attention, please, notice, my nigga D a researcher
We pre-loaded, tryna get through them doors, I'ma keep pursin' (SK)
DrumWork, the T focus, niggas talk, they be jokin' (Right)
Sneak posin', I see 'em, they wave, lips up, teeth showin' (Ah)
Shit get tight, I'm in the streets workin', when it's cold, my heat workin' (Grrt)
Remember, it's a deep ocean, I don't think you should keep goin' (Nah)
They tried to bury me, and, watch, I resurface
I know I seem perfect, every verse like I re-wrote it (Woo, ah)
Nigga, we drinkin' and we smokin'
And weed potin' the ashtray, lookin' like it need lotion
Had to snatch my place, still ain't had my break
This path I take, pedal to the floor, shit, the gas might break
Y'all ain't half my weight, I have my way
Niggas can't stab my face, can't match my pace, don't catch my case
I blast my eighth to get the bag I chase for that high street
And if my cat not straight, I pass my plate (Facts)
It won't be the last I make, it's cooked crack in every track I make
Like my raps got laced, no cap, I'm great (Woo)

I'm from the Eastside of Buffalo, over here, ain't no beaches
Over here, ain't no peace, just lil' niggas airin' they pieces (Boom, boom, boom)
Got to keep your pistol with you everywhere, ain't no leavin' (Ha)
Squeezin', every situation, gotta carefully read it (Okay)
My name is very prestigious, Machine spit audio hell
When leakin' through the Bluetooth stereo speakers (Ooh)
I mean, you see I overcame bein' paraplegic
Stop countin' me out, boy, that shit is clearly egregious, nigga (Talk to 'em)
It's the DrumWork boss, the jefe (Ha)
I put this .9 on your tongue, like the olympic drawin' sietes
It ain't no rapper alive that could fuck with me on his best day
Could shoot his chest plate after my next tape
That shit is checkmate (Woo), after the TEC spray
And hit your chest plate, and that shit death day
After the jet take off, I have a fresh plate (Ha)
I'm with the private chef, mate (Ha)
Machine, bitch, y'all niggas have a blessed day, I'm gone (Talk to 'em, nigga)

Yeah, we comin', nigga
Matter of fact, we here right now
DrumWork, bitch