Drilla

(Contraband got that dope) (Aye, Contraband) Yeah, so I'm standin' tall like a pillar So I just might need me a drilla They tryna knock me off nigga but I can stop shit I gotta make a way for all of my reallas Shit was smaller than a dot, nigga, whatchu thought? So I can't trust these niggas, these niggas they like to talk You ain't never been gang nigga, you ain't on go You was havin' sweet dreams and I was sleepin' on the flo' Then I got big dreams and I started grindin', I'ma chase 'em Sit back, smoke weed, God might lace 'em Said I'm original baby I keep it gangster On my way to the top, shit I'm next up Workin' that overtime just to run a check up Yeah, God really blessed me I'm blessed up I said these hoes they tryna step it, got me messed up I said these hoes they tryna step, y'all got me messed up I had to hop out my feelings 'Cause you ain't do nothing for me I'm asking God, "Can you heal me?" I done seen enough of these streets I might just want me like three Shit I might just cop me like four Just gimme the word I'ma go baby (Aye, Contraband) Just gimme the word I'ma go baby Yeah, uh, yeah, wha-, wha- Yeah, so I'm standin' tall like a pillar (pillar) So I just might need me a drilla They tryna knock me off nigga but I can stop shit I gotta make a way for all of my reallas Shit was smaller than a dot, nigga, whatchu thought? So I can't trust these niggas, these niggas they like to talk You ain't never been gang nigga, you ain't on go You was havin' sweet dreams and I was sleepin' on the flo' Had to hustle fo' the nights me and my folks ain't have no dinner Had to talk with God and he told me to find yourself a winner Had a talk with my daddy to and he told me stop sinnin' I know some niggas from 'round the way Nothin' been hand me, I found a way That beat they grindin' like Simon say Snatchin' yo' bitch I might confiscate Ain't talkin' money don't conversate Hang from the gutters said I leave them poverty I'm blowin' up they say like I'm Osama Boy catch these hands I don't fuck with them choppas Bro you don't want me you gon' meet all my mamas Tell 'em 'bout a bag, I'm 'bout all my commas Gotta keeps these racks to get to my mama Gotta keeps these racks to get to my mama Yeah, oh-woah, oh-woah (aye, Contraband) Yeah, so I'm standin' tall like a pillar So I just might need me a drilla They tryna knock me off nigga but I can stop shit I gotta make a way for all of my reallas Shit was smaller than a dot, nigga, whatchu thought? So I can't trust these niggas, these niggas they like to talk You ain't never been gang nigga, you ain't on go You was havin' sweet dreams and I was sleepin' on the flo' (aye, Contraband) (Oh-woah) yeah, (oh-woah) huh 2crazee (2crazee no, 2crazee no, yeah)