The Drill by Game
Ace Hood, Game what up ni**a?
Yeah
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 now that 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 dollar 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
Niggas cry tears, when I see my first meal (First Meal)
Bad bitch wit' me bet she know the drill
Bad bitch wit' me bet she know the drill
Bad bad bitch wit' me bet she know the drill
Niggas cry tears, when I see my first meal (First Meal)
Bad bitch wit' me bet she know the drill
Bad bitch wit' me bet she know the drill
Bad bad bitch wit' me bet she know the drill
I gotta' bad bitch wit' 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 stayin', paid
She know the difference between vuve and spades
She know the difference between warrants and raves
Never confuse when talkin' Glocks and dem' K's
Show her the shoe, she put a number on dem' J's
Like, it dem' is cool grays
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