CAN YOU HEAR THE DRUM? (feat. Dawson & KingPinSmokey)

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Soliddoc & TraeThaKilla

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Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more
Killa!
I said can you hear the drum
Can you hear the drum
I said can you hear the drum
Can you hear the drum
I said can you hear the drum
Can you hear the drum
If I brush em that's percussion
I don't need no Introduction
Pistol whip it give concussion
Gun is Russian blood is rushing
Hide your bones that's my Conclude
If I kill him then I turn him to a voicemail interlude
Run the prayers in the comments wouldn't do shit if he could
I'm the biggest playa hater
Thinking otherwise get in line
Made a promise I will keep the smith and wesson
bullet new day another lesson
If I pull up great Depression
Let me school y'all class in session
Swear they take my lines and say they don't do larson
But this beat's the single reason that there is for fucking arson
Incarcerate the killers and then lock em with Ben Carson
Middle finger in the air I said f*ck tucker Carlson
Tuck the 40 round my waist crouch and tie up my shoe lace
Then I fire 3 shots for the father son and Holy Spirit
In the court I ain't appearing f*ck the hearing witness esoteric
Judges look like relics
Burn em like the damn heretics
Ain't that shit just so poetic
Send a letter after me that's so hysteric
Mothafucka!
I said can you hear the drum
Can you hear the drum
I said can you hear the drum
Can you hear the drum
I said can you hear the drum
Can you hear the drum
I can hear the drum that barabadabum
Let me get sum when I roll up with the pump pump
Don't f*ck around or get yo ass Stumped
Brangadang like the Based God
I'm unfazed looking odd
Got so many guns like I'm boutta play COD
Semi automatic like a bey blade let it rip
What's a trae song without R-I-P to jits
Shotty steady go and it Tore em up to bits
Family all crying but I couldn't give two shits
Everyone complaining but they staying at the ritz
Bought her new designer if she keep on throwing fits
My last advice don't listen to these pricks
And if they try to talk just whoop em wit the stick
That a snare or a gunshot
Drive by at the bus stop
All these playas mane
They can't seem to go away
Better bring a body bag casue I am here to stay
Comeback down from memphis I be rolling round with Trae
Round crips like Q like YAWK YAWK
Trips to the liquor store thought it was the end
Till I saw a funky motherfucker trespass on my land
Had to pull my heater swing the hammer Derek jeter
Ran to his four door seater
And he bleeding on the leather
Playa haters my Vendetta
Bullets raining better check the weather
Lighter than a feather call me money getter
On the block with 2 berettas
MF STOP RAPPING GET YOUR BARS ON
PET YOU ON YOUR BACK YOUS MY SON
His hoe ass keep stunting
And the bass keep on bumping
Till he hear the hundred rounds mothafucking mag drumming
I ain't got no fear
Set the glock up on repeat
Boutta set a three peat
I ain't blow a 3-1 lead
Yea yea all that trash talking
Just like a dog on a chain still barking
Empty ass threats so my ass keep on walking
Trae tha fucking killa
Can you hear the drum

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