1 Minute Drill

Uh... y’all know what’s going on in this muthafucka (Yaknwimsayin) This a lyrical exercise... (This what I) this what I do Look... ok... I’m doctor with word with the wordplay an schemes Gotta get the bread Get it from my head Even in my bed, dreams I got mean ink Only contract that I receive is a receipt Pilot flying to the island just to take a retreat While I’m chilling snacking on a Reese’s Piece’ PC, mind work like a motherboard at light speed A verse from me is like icing... on the cake No more fighting for my say 500 for my words Think it’s absurd F*ck it, it’s your loss Gotta get it, any means This the cost, would you cross your boss and still keep a job? Hell no! (Yeah) get your lie right nigga So I can kill your thoughts of what you thought it was and lie right with you Damn! Maybe that was too much Really I don’t give f*ck I’m gonna talk my shit Cause my lines gonna hit Like Willa Mae when she told you stay... and didn’t So your ass got sticked (Uh, yeah) What’s a pop on the wrist (Uh) I grew up with them old heads, they was really about it Beat the twist out of a bitch (Uh) Try me, this is what it is (Uh) Niggas ever try to diss muah (Me) Smack! Make your ass forget what you pissed for One minute drill