The Game - The Drill lyrics

[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, k**ers running if I ever whistle Real n***a, that's just my genetics Hustle hard got my money doing calisthenics I stretch paper, every dollar bill [Hook: x2] n***as cry tears, when I see my first mil (First Mil) Bad b**h with' me bet she know the drill Bad b**h with' me bet she know the drill Bad bad b**h with' me bet she know the drill [Verse 2: The Game] I gotta' bad b**h 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 stayin', paid She know the difference between vuve and spades She know the difference between warrants and raids 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 motherf**a' cold, yeah, Buffalo Bill [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I ain't never ran from nobody, and I never will Lunch time on these n***as, cause' I'm on my second mil 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 Cause' ain't nobody never rob me, I ain't never squeal And ain't nobody never try, my n***as love to k** Ridin' round with' chuck, but it ain't a game though My black wall n***as, 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 b**h, never count the counterfeit Cause' she know the real from fake, I had her around some sh** 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]