The Drill Lyrics - California Republic - Game

Ace Hood, Game what up ni**a? 

Yeah 

[Verse 1: Ace Hood] 

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 

[Hook: Ace Hood] X2 

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 

[Verse 2: Game] 

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 

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, cuz' 

I'm on my second meal 

I just dropped a mixtape, lookin' 

like my second deal 

Club live thirty bottles, and I'm 

on my second bill 

And I be gettin' high as my 

electric bill 

Ask bout' me in the hood, they 

say I'm extra real 

Cuz' ain't nobody never rob me, I 

ain't never squeal 

And ain't nobody never try, my 

niggas love to kill 

Ridin' round wit' chuck, but it 

ain't a game though 

My black wall niggas, told me 

you a lame though 

The block got a beam on it, like 

Kano 

But man it took some lemon 

squeeze's, just to split your 

mango 

My down bitch, never count to 

counterfeit 

Cuz' you know the real from 

fake, I had to learn some shit 

Before I ever thought of rap, I 

had a pound to get 

And the piece is steel, I never 

thought I see a mill 

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