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Krept & Konan Ban Drill

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Krept & Konan Lyrics
“Ban Drill”

Banning drill, you’re making the situation worse
Might as well give them life, or put them in a hearse
‘Cuh he could’ve been rapping
But now he’s still packing
A big gun for when his oppositions come clapping
It’s a lose-lose for him
Imma keep it real, we get shot [?]
He shoots him he going jail
Where we’re from, you know how hard it is to better yourself
Upper class won’t understand ‘cuh you inherited wealth
No opportunities, this is our community
Maybe you should help here, instead of all this scrutiny
There’s a knock on effect for this shit you wanna ban
Let me paint you a picture so you dummies understand

Hi, my name is Jaden, everybody calls me Jay
I’m fifteen I’m from a poor block round [?]
My mum tries her best to put food on my plate
My life’s okay I go to school everyday
Sometimes I gotta go to school with no lunch money
But I get it she ain’t got it, I still love mummy
But now she got a extra job
It’s not great though, but I guess it’s extra gwop
Look, mummy weren’t home, I started staying out late
I started hanging out with people from my estate
They all had fresh clothes, everybody looking paid
They all sell drugs, said they’ll teach me the way
Started trapping on them man now, I swear
Yeah I’m fifteen, with a couple thousand to spare
Feds raided my house and found all of the gear
Got nicked, went jail, but I’ll be out in a year
When I came out of jail, all my friends had beef
So I guess I’m involved, that’s the rule of the streets
That’s how it goes where I’m from
You touch him, you touch me
And these are my friends but it’s a gang to police
Why’d I get involved, guess I’m young and I’m dumb
Out of jail couple months, already bought me a gun
I’m a good kid at heart, but the beef keeps spiralling

Ah fuck, is that feds?
Don’t move, armed police, armed police, put your hands on the steering wheel now

I got nicked again, ‘coz I gripped a skeng
I started rapping in jail, so I gripped the pen
Every single nigga in the jail rates the bars
And when I land road, they said that I gotta go hard
I keep writing the verse, while I’m riding this bird
Tryna get my appeal, now I’m out on the third
Then I started selling spice, the whole jail got word
Then I came from education and my cell got searched
Got caught with a phone, I’ve just come from the block
New kid in the jail, but he’s one of the opps
Already got the drop, it’s only been a couple hours
When he comes in the wing, then we get him in the showers
And I won’t even learn, but I’mma get him for the bros
‘Cause I know they’d do the same thing if I was on the roads
Don’t worry ’bout the govs cause they’ll turn a blind eye
All my bros heard the news know it’s on the timeline


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