Still drill, no chill, ice cold, big deal,Bronx to BK, my name

Still drill, no chill, ice cold, big deal, Bronx to BK, my name on that steel. Money keep stackin’, the hate gettin’ real, Aimin’ for the top but I s***t for the k**l. VERSE 1 City on my back, two tone on the wrist, Whip ghost white like it don’t exist. Hood on tilt, every block know this, I’m the storm in the mist, can’t dodge my list. Moves like chess, can’t play my lane, I’m a diamond in the dirt, made pressure my chain. Talk too loud, they gon’ echo your name, And a wolf gon’ hunt when it smell that fame. See the flash on the cam, but it’s not for a pic, That’s a beam on the stick, make a frame real quick. I don’t dance, I don’t TikTok clips, But the block still rock when they hear my hits. HOOK (Chant) Still drill, no chill, ice cold, big deal, Bronx to BK, my name on that steel. Money keep stackin’, the hate gettin’ real, Aimin’ for the top but I s***t for the k**l. VERSE 2 Heart on froze but the wrist got lava, Step in the spot make ‘em sing like opera. You talk tough but your words no posture, I write scripts in the street, I’m the author. I’m the calm in the r**t, the spark in the wire, Dreams on fire, but the goals get higher. Life is a gamble, a w*r, a choir, But I still sing lead while I stack my priors. Block do the dance, but I stand on business, See the wolf in my eyes, pay close attention. Brooklyn raised me, the drill my religion, If you aim for the throne, better pray for forgiveness. HOOK (Final) Still drill, no chill, ice cold, big deal, Bronx to BK, my name on that steel. Money keep stackin’, the hate gettin’ real, Aimin’ for the top but I s***t for the k**l.