| Ear Drummers | 
| Mike WiLL Made-It | 
| Past tense futuristic, they’ll never get it | 
| I wished for this not knowing what it’d be worth by the time I get it | 
| Thought drugs would make me love you harder but you still ain’t feel it | 
| This ain’t 'bout fiends, this ain’t 'bout critics, this about how I’m livin' | 
| (Talk to 'em) | 
| No matter which way it go | 
| Time flow, as we come, as we leave | 
| We come back with another one, they’ll never know (Yeah) | 
| What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees | 
| In disguise, I can’t take it | 
| They say it’s gon' get better | 
| But it ain’t seeming like it, it ain’t seeming like it | 
| They say my problems gon' get better (Yeah) | 
| But it ain’t seeming like it, it ain’t seeming like it, yeah | 
| Youngin in the drop-top | 
| Swerving lane to lane, what a dirty game, yeah | 
| With an eight ball of the H, you tryna serve somethin' | 
| His lil' nigga flagged him down, tryna tell him that he heard somethin' | 
| He ain’t take that too well, by tonight, he gotta murk somethin' | 
| He pulled out, bled the block | 
| Left the bend and cocked his Glock | 
| He wanna leave the city, he just need enough of guap, yeah | 
| This shit’ll never end, help you understand, I’d rather not | 
| I’ll blow they brains with the aroma comin' out this pot (Dope) | 
| Career dirty, took a bath, came out diamonds dancing | 
| Shawty bad, I can’t be with her, right now I can’t chance it | 
| 4KTrey, I run with killers, this shit real, ask 'em (4KTrey) | 
| You can’t say that that shit fake if everybody sayin' it | 
| No matter which way it go | 
| Time flow, as we come, as we leave | 
| We come back with another one, they’ll never know (Yeah) | 
| What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees | 
| In disguise, I can’t take it | 
| They say it’s gon' get better | 
| But it ain’t seeming like it, it ain’t seeming like it | 
| They say my problems gon' get better | 
| But it ain’t seeming like it, it ain’t seeming like it, yeah | 
| Bring them bags in | 
| My nigga weigh it up and then I’m clockin' out | 
| Pharmaceuticals, I got them pounds, we got H and all | 
| One hundred, you can ask Lil Harris, Chevy, I’ma break it off | 
| Or go ask Famgoon 'bout your face, I’ll try to take it off | 
| Better play your role, don’t break the law | 
| Flame’ll be the last thing you saw | 
| We built this shit together, we can’t fall | 
| Swear I ain’t gone for the bros, I ain’t helped no more who been caught | 
| Just send D-Dawg money but I ain’t happy he still ain’t call | 
| As time flow, I can’t cope through the scope | 
| I’ma aim, take the brains off a fuck nigga | 
| Calm down, they thinking I’m lame but my nuts bigger | 
| It runnin' all through my veins, blood of a thug nigga, yeah | 
| No matter which way it go | 
| Time flow, as we come, as we leave | 
| We come back with another one, they’ll never know (Yeah) | 
| What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees | 
| In disguise, I can’t take it | 
| They say it’s gon' get better | 
| But it ain’t seeming like it, it ain’t seeming like it | 
| They say my problems gon' get better | 
| But it ain’t seeming like it, it ain’t seeming like it, yeah |