(Verse 1) Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no drill, it's true Straight from the streets, where the shadows play, and the nights are blue Concrete jungle, where survival's the game, ain't no time for the lame Gotta hustle hard, gotta stay sharp, gotta play the winning hand Young and restless, with a hunger deep, secrets that I keep In this concrete maze, where dreams are crushed, and hopes are cheap But I rise above, defying the odds, spitting fire like a god My voice echoes loud, a testament to the struggle, understood by the flawed.

(Chorus) Drill music's the soundtrack, to the life I lead, the pain I bleed A reflection of the struggle, the hunger, the desperate need For a better tomorrow, a brighter day, to escape this grey But until then, the drill keeps spinning, the rhythm keeps on playing.

(Verse 2) Born in the trenches, raised in the streets, where survival's bittersweet Navigating the darkness, dodging the bullets, keeping my feet On solid ground, while the world spins around, lost in the sound Of sirens wailing, and gunshots blazing, a symphony of profound Despair and hope, intertwined as one, a battle fought and won Against the odds, against the system, under the setting sun We rise from the ashes, stronger and bolder, our stories untold In the heart of the city, where dreams are sold, and stories unfold.

(Chorus) Drill music's the soundtrack, to the life I lead, the pain I bleed A reflection of the struggle, the hunger, the desperate need For a better tomorrow, a brighter day, to escape this grey But until then, the drill keeps spinning, the rhythm keeps on playing.

(Bridge) They try to silence us, try to erase us, but our voices will never cease We'll keep on rapping, keep on fighting, until we find inner peace This ain't just music, it's a movement, a revolution in sound A testament to resilience, a story profound.

(Chorus) Drill music's the soundtrack, to the life I lead, the pain I bleed A reflection of the struggle, the hunger, the desperate need For a better tomorrow, a brighter day, to escape this grey But until then, the drill keeps spinning, the rhythm keeps on playing.

(Outro) Yeah, the drill keeps spinning... the rhythm keeps on playing... until the day we break free... Word.