Warning Shots (Live) Lyrics

Hear them talkin' all that stupid shit

They ain't really doin' shit

Talkin' they just provin' it

The Drew he got them hatin' shit

You ain't never seen a living legend

Now you're viewin' it

Take a look, you gettin' timid

Drew the kid, he drew the image

Cameras flashin' all up in my eyes

They fuckin' up my image

Got them thinkin' mind all racing

All about my vivid visions

Take a listen, my ambition

Somethin' you ain't never witnessed

Swear I'm flowin' on this beat

You know I run it like it's fitness

I just killed the beat like fuck

I hope there ain't no fuckin' witness

Talkin' bout a wishlist

Look at my life and you'll finally witness

Living legend in the makin

No debatin', hesitation

Fuck the fuckin' contemplatin

Eyes up to the constellations

Light up 8-4 skylines

Cause I'm poppin' in this population

Poppin' in this population

Got me feelin' like the greatest

Fans they say that I'm the greatest

Hoe ass, dudes they daily hatin

But I'm really cool with that

I'm focused on my occupation

Said you gunnin' for the throne

Well sorry bro, the crown is taken

Yeah you brought the clothes, she dressed in

But for Drew, she be undressin

I don't think she prayin

But I got your girl, on knees she blessin

Pain inside my heart so deep

And what I'm smokin

Know it's potent

Yeah you know that I be smokin

It's that Wiz Khalifa potent

Hear em talkin

I don't care, this double dutch

It got me floating

Now it's time to let him know

That Drew he ain't no fuckin' joke

No

Welcome to the show

Show em how it go

Know it's Drew the kid

I don't need no fuckin' intro

Hear them haters talkin

But it's fuck them and the shit they say

Go ahead, say what you say

Cause either way I'm gettin' paid

Either way I'm gettin' paid

And I won't never ever change

Even if I sign a deal

With all the change and all the fame

Truly if I'm honest

All this fame will make you go insane

Yeah, it make you go insane

Within the brain, there's no escape

Truly though, I know it's fate

So welcome to my fuckin' maze

Never ending run

I swear it's like a never ending race

Just another day

Tryin' to get away

But the only way is to believe

And always pray

Just because you pray

It doesn't mean that you'll be saved

If you don't repent

Just know that hell will be your grave

I've been humble

For way too long

Now y'all got me

Fucked up

Now I'll show ya

What's up

Sayin' I ain't loyal

Now you really got me fucked up

Life that I'm livin

Yeah, got me livin' lavish

At the same time tragic

Yeah, this life ain't gettin' tragic

Yeah, I'm smokin' on that purple

Yeah, I'm rollin' up that Lakers magic

Break it down and roll it up

And now the kid he gettin' faded

Yeah, you know that what I stated

Fuck it, I just couldn't save it

Drew he be the fuckin' greatest

Same time I be highly hated

Damn, your style outdated

Damn, your style overrated

On my way to heaven

Know, I had to go pave it

Cut em off like scissors

Now I'm flowin' like the river

Yeah, shorty lookin' bad

And I'm askin' bout her sister

Yeah, I told her that I'll fuck her

But you know that I won't kiss her

Yeah, I told her that I love her

But I left her on delivered

And you know what I done read

Couple evil things she said

Yeah, you know that Drew New York

But I took her to the bay

Yeah, I took her to the bay

To take a vacay getaway

Yeah, a vacay getaway

And I ain't talkin' castaway

Yeah, somewhere way up higher

Where the pain'll fade away

Somewhere way up higher

Where my fallen ones, they lay

Really, I'm the greatest

That's some shit that you can't face

When we face to face

I'm a lyrical assassin

When she give me face

Told her turn around and make it shake

Shorty slim, thick

Like, damn, look at shorty waist

Look at shorty waist

But it's Zendaya

When it comes to the shorty face

Lately, I've been runnin' shit

I bet you heard my fuckin' name

New York Marathon

I run this shit

You lookin' out of shape

I don't even think it's fair

To call this shit a fuckin' race

On the track I'm Usain Bolt

Well, fuck it, I'm a fuckin' ball

If you tryin' to match me

Like a stop sign

I suggest you halt

Weed it hittin' like a trunk

That's why the fuck I call it haul

Weight up on my back

I carry 845

It's such a haul

You ain't doin' shit, bro

I don't got no time to fuckin' stall

Make this shit look easy

How I'm flowin' on these fuckin' tracks

Even with a broken ankle

Round y'all ill be runnin' laps

Even if you fuckin' tried

You would catch a asthma attack

And the way I'm feelin

I could really just sit back

Lyrically and take attack

At everyone, cause it's a fact

It's a motherfuckin' fact

That you would fuckin' take it back

I'ma keep on grindin

For my all-black

Motherfuckin' bach

Maybach with the baddies chillin

In the back of my Maybach

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