Yeah
They talk about history like they witnessed it
But they got it backwards
Drill music did Osama,
not to Osama
(ayy, word)
We rewrite the rules,
dodging the drama
(we do)
They tried to paint a picture but the canvas is torn (torn)
Out of the wreckage a new sound is born
They want to put us in a box and lock it tight
But we are carving out a path in the dead of night (move)
No hesitation, we just execute the plan From the concrete dust to
the promised land (dust)
We don't react, we initiate the wave
No longer silent, no longer behave
Flip the script, change the paradigm
We are doing this for the very first time
(first time)
No copycats, we set the actual mold
With a story that has never been told (never)
Drill music did Osama,
not to Osama
(ayy, word)
We rewrite the rules,
dodging the drama (we do) They tried to paint a picture but
the canvas is torn (torn)
Out of the wreckage a new sound is born
Yeah
It's our wave now
Did it to them...
Not to us. (shhh)