Letra de Drill Sergeant - Tech N9ne

Death

Yo' death night set

Yo' death night

Death

Yo' death night set

Yo' death night

O.G

Nobody but the government control me

But to my followers I gotta keep it low key

To keep the image of a nigga that is so free

I approach he, without a father figure

I deliver guap and give a spot to parolees

Makin' mo' cheese, pushin' rocks and regrow weed

Never no permittin' "fuck the police"

I'm a cold piece

I get at 'em at a young age

So I can have 'em in a dumb rage

Really combative in a numb way

Static what my tongue say

Have a little fun with the gun spray

But never let a hood snipe you

And you gotta know whoever in the hood might sue

So let the good white through

The enemy I'm tellin' you to murder gotta look like...

You

(Kill 'em up)

Dreads wit' the gold teeth

Yeah, a fa sho' thief

Fed with the lead is the motif

(Kill 'em up)

Said you can sho' be

Head of the whole street

Cred put a dead nigga so deep

(Kill 'em up)

Bread be the trophy

Betta get yo brie

Bled hella red for the groceries

(Kill 'em up)

Never ta show grief

Cheddar, get obese

Beggin' he plead, give 'em no peace

Now flip this to music

Seek out a company and find the biggest to move it

Yeah, the lyrics are stupid but critics approve it

And people for the wicked will lose it

I take you real far and raise ya

Put out the ill tar and saved ya

Who makes to kill art enslave ya

I am the Drill Sergeant Major

Death

Yo' death night set

Yo' death night

Death

(Drill sergeant got the real target

Make you feel hard and get the kill started)

Yo' death night set

Yo' death night

(Drill sergeant got the real target

Make you feel hard and get the kill started)

Take the energy to IG, Facebook, TikTok

Put your vibe on Twitter

Ain't no limit, we can buy free made crook, hip hop

It puts the eyes on niggas

Lots of foes waitin', shot yo' rotation

To the top, opps and mo' hatin

Lock and load nation, got the globe breakin'

Your block, so drop your location

Let 'em know that you a real one, emotion you feel none

Anybody really want it, will come

When he do you, you gotta peel some

Never stoppin' till the deal done

Nothin' but a drill, son

Talk a lot is how we make this fame

The hate exchangin' no face to face is lame

Gotta slide and try to take his chain, the safest thang

To keep livin' you bake his brains, nigga

(Kill 'em up)

Caught by the cop set

Talk outta pocket

Cross me, you're offed in a hot sec

(Kill 'em up)

Walk and you're not blessed

Lost in the projects

Cost of the false shit I pop Tech's

(Kill 'em up)

When he comin' nosey

Tell 'em you don't know me

Tell 'em a lotta nothin' really slowly

(Killin 'em up)

Callin' you the Dough B

Never expose me

And your family won't need a sad emoji

You can leave with a blown mind

Or confess to your own crimes

With the feds I'm in a wrong bind

That'll put my ass away for a long time

So my job is to befriend the funksters

Get 'em livin' foul till they deep in the dumpster

Drill sergeant, I lead friends to under

Graves and penal system, I feed them the youngsters

Death

Yo' death night set

Yo' death night

Death

(Drill sergeant got the real target

Make you feel hard and get the kill started)

Yo' death night set

Yo' death night

(Drill sergeant got the real target

Make you feel hard and get the kill started)

You got big dreams?

You want fame?

Well, fame costs!

And right here is where you start payin'!

In sweat, and in death!

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