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Drive
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Drive was released on February 14, 2023 by P TROPHY as a part of the album Nothing but the Truth EP
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Release DateFebruary 14, 2023
LabelP TROPHY
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drewdatruth
Drewdatruth
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew D. Adame
Andrew D. Adame
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JuneSantanna
JuneSantanna
Producer

Lyrics

Mama that's a Forty on the dresser
Gotta keep it for the pressure
**** tryna measure up but they got nothin on my fletcher
**** try to break me down but I won't let em it's the felon
You gonna have to fake me out to take me out I don't be letting
This the west coast Pomona town money gettin playboy
If you don't want a problem now you gonna have to make a choice
You either gettin with the clique or better off not making noise
Now a days we bring the toys
It's show n tell n we dem boyz
Rainy days we still outside
Smoking on that suicide
Shout out to my riverside **** who down to slide
If we sold that fake shit you sellin it's genocide
I only smoke on indo that put you on cloud nine
Why you talking like you do that you ain't live that type of life
You ain't trapping til the day light start to creep up in the blinds
The day them **** tax you better have it bitch cuz I keep mines
Forty for the treasure lost my mind I'm heath ledger
All these diamonds and this leather but still wont receive a letter
Life's a bitch but death aint better
I'll be laying out the cheddar
Kill the rats exterminator
Drew but I'm the terminator
Carry paper for the favors
For the haters light sabers
Bullets body violators
Po pimpin in Pomona
All the bitches blade runnin
We ain't gotta stage nothin
He ain't thuggin he a munchkin
It's okay just don't be frontin
You ain't trappin don't be actin
Cuz we wackin for the pack n shit get active
So don't be lacking
Cuz the streets a mothafucka
Pomona cops is getting killed everybody gettin drilled
But we out here tippinn still
Foe foes like mike jones
Where does my mind go
My chains Asiago
Jesus piece out the Bible
Got my ropes from Italy
All my work like Aristotle
Based on strict philosophies
I don't shop at Aeropostale
Only use designer sheets
What's the move
Im like the flash with the groove
Im too fast get the uzi
Hunned rounds just to move me
Heard em coming in the subi
I was sparking up the doobie
Four **** tryna do me
But my name ain't Riley Reid
I pulled out my lil keed
As you can see I did the deed
You not pushin you can't catch me
Bitch the clutch a stage a three
On to the next one jay z
I won't be late like swae lee
These bullets penetrating
Anybody who hating
Cuz I don't do debating
You not it you just lazy
Two for him two for waitin
We smoke four For the ads
Still grateful it ain't me
Killing for the AP
I'm chilling where the weight be
The City of the six Ps
That's where they make the pigs bleed
I'm where they make the perc fiends
I used to feed the needy
And then I met the greedy
Life sucks I suck on titties
Focus on makin fitties
So much I own the city
If you was smart you cut yo losses off n make it wit me
I'll pave the way to millis Even if I'm slangin kidneys
I stay away from anyone who actin way too friendly
I'm smoking til it's empty bustin til there's nothin grindin
Even when I'm shinin like I'm lookin dusty
Whinin workin five to nine ain't gonna get you Diamonds
So keep drivin til you see your time just keep on tryin
And if you go n do all that then you might be alright
Stay out the night cuz it's on sight and we just might not fight
The tolls your life don't pay the price my shooters nice
I told you once don't count on me to tell you twice
The tolls your life don't pay the price my shooters nice
I told you once don't count on me to tell you twice
Written by: Andrew D. Adame
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