Game - The Drill Lyrics
Damn, thank God momma son made it at twenty threeStill remembering a struggle hidden deep in meMomma gone, ain't no single daddy memoryI became my own man the age of seventeenTrying make this money flip like it's a trampolineI was hard headed, grandfather diabeticI was trying do it big, like I was Faith EvansPraying to the heavens, I can see my daughter smileKnow she watching now that daddy rip this record downKnow I love you baby, tell my God I said whatup'And know I seen em' just meeting ends, so my family upI should pray harder, instead I tote a pistolSpeed dollar killers running if I ever whistleReal nigga, that's just my geneticsHustle hard got my money doing calisthenicsI stretch paper, every dollar bill[Hook: x2]Niggas cry tears, when I see my first meal (First Meal)Bad ***** with' me bet she know the drillBad ***** with' me bet she know the drillBad bad ***** with' me bet she know the drill[Verse 2: The Game]I gotta' bad ***** with' me, and she know the drillAnd she know my ex, X pillShe only listen to me, Ace, and Meek MillI told her tat my name on it, so I know it's realShe know the value of a dollar billShe know how real or fake them counterfeit hunded's feelShe know the difference between Derrick Rose and D-WadeShe know the difference between being broke and stayin', paidShe know the difference between vuve and spadesShe know the difference between warrants and ravesNever confuse when talkin' Glocks and dem' K'sShow her the shoe, she put a number on dem' J'sLike, it dem' is cool graysI'm like, dem' is cool shadesI'm like, dem' is Spike Lee'sShe like, yeah schooldaysAnd she bang the documentary stillSaid that mother*****a' cold, yeah, Buffalo Bill[Hook][Verse 3: Meek Mill]I ain't never ran from nobody, and I never willLunch time on these niggas, cause' I'm on my second mealI just dropped a mixtape, lookin' like my second dealClub live thirty bottles, and I'm on my second billAnd I be gettin' high as my electric billAsk bout' me in the hood, they say I'm extra realCause' ain't nobody never rob me, I ain't never squealAnd ain't nobody never try, my niggas love to killRidin' round with' chuck, but it ain't a game thoughMy black wall niggas, told me you a lame thoughThe block got a beam on it, like KanoBut man it took some lemon squeeze's, just to split your mangoMy down *****, never count to counterfeitCause' you know the real from fake, I had to learn some shitBefore I ever thought of rap, I had a pound to getAnd the piece is steel, I never thought I see a mill[Hook]
