The Drill
(专辑: California Republic - 2012)
[Verse 1: Ace Hood] Damn, thank God momma son made it at twenty three Still remembering a
struggle hidden deep in me Momma gone, ain't no single daddy memory I
became my own man the
age of seventeen Trying make this money flip like it's a
trampoline I
was hard headed, grandfather diabetic I
was trying do it big, like I
was Faith Evans Praying to the
heavens, I
can see my daughter smile Know she watching as her daddy rip this record down Know I
love you baby, tell my God I
said whatup' And know I
seen em' just meeting ends, so my family up I
should pray harder, instead I
tote a
pistol Speed dial em, killers running if I
ever whistle Real nigga, that's just my genetics Hustle hard got my money doing calisthenics I
stretch paper, every dollar bill [Hook: x2] Niggas cry tears, when I
see my first mil (First Mil) Bad bitch with' me bet she know the
drill Bad bitch with' me bet she know the
drill Bad bad bitch with' me bet she know the
drill [Verse 2: The
Game] I
gotta' bad bitch with' me, and she know the
drill And she know my ex, X
pill She only listen to me, Ace, and Meek Mill I
told her tat my name on it, so I
know it's real She know the
value of a
dollar bill She know how real or fake them counterfeit hunded's feel She know the
difference between Derrick Rose and D-Wade She know the
difference between being broke and staying, paid She know the
difference between vuve and spades She know the
difference between warrants and raids Never confuse when talking Glocks and dem' K's Show her the
shoe, she put a
number on dem' J's Like, it dem' is cool grays I'm like, dem' is cool shades I'm like, dem' is Spike Lee's She like, yeah schooldays And she bang the
documentary still Said that motherfucka' cold, yeah, Buffalo Bill [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I
ain't never ran from nobody, and I
never will Lunch time on these niggas, cause' I'm on my second mil I
just dropped a
mixtape, looking like my second deal Club live thirty bottles, and I'm on my second bill And I
be getting high as my electric bill Ask bout' me in the
hood, they say I'm extra real Cause' ain't nobody never rob me, I
ain't never squeal And ain't nobody never try, my niggas love to kill Riding round with' chuck, but it ain't a
game though My black wall niggas, told me you a
lame though The
Glock got a
beam on it, like Kano Banana clips and lemon squeezers, just to split your mango My down bitch, never count the
counterfeit Cause' she know the
real from fake, I
had her around some shit Before I
ever thought of rap, I
had a
pound to get And a
piece of steel, I
never thought I'd see a
mil [Hook]