Drum Roll (feat. Wes Restless)

Can the drummer have some more? Can the drummer have some more? Said the drummer ain't had none in a long time C'mon! C'mon! 'C'mon! (yeah, you're gonna do it someday) Mark my word, god dammit Bars made of iron, single tear reached out On the mic, big body, black bum rushed Singer banging on the pipes, dumb luck, never struck gold But believe me, buddy boy, I done paid the price Old beans make names, vanish, cold cream status All for my sydney like Kanye's track, bitch Shout out to the soul in the gumbo Listen to the facts, all ears like dumbo Mister drummer, let me get a drum roll Mister drummer, let me get a drum roll Mister drummer, let me get a drum roll Hot air make lungs grow, still stay humble Peace to my people, I love you, I live through the hustle I'd climb 'til I stumble, I'd run 'til I fumble I'd push to the end, I live for the music, I'd die for my friends And the monument will read "He did it for the free He did it for the peace", and they say the verse was steep Walking down the street with your back to the night And your face to the feet, come and push up your light The idea gets brigther, wheels start turning, days get lighter Dues' been paid, crew's been slain, sir rap a lot like the houston lay Mister drummer, let me get a drum roll Mister drummer, let me get a drum roll Mister drummer, let me get a drum roll Hot air make lungs grow, still stay humble Peace to my people, I love you, I live through the hustle I'd climb 'til I stumble, I'd run 'til I fumble I'd push to the end, I live for the music, I'd die for my friends C'mon brother C'mon trouble C'mon brother C'mon trouble C'mon brother C'mon trouble