Lord Knows

[Intro: Choir & Rick Ross]

And I know the sun will rise with me (Huh)

And I know the sun will rise with me (Huh)

And I know the sun will rise with me (Huh)

And I know the sun will rise with me (All we wanted was an opportunity)

Just Blaze (Lord knows)

[Verse 1: Drake & Rick Ross]

It's your worst nightmare, it's my first night here

And this girl right here, who knows what she knows?

So I'm going through her phone if she go to the bathroom

And her purse right there, I don't trust these hoes at all

But that's just the result of me paying attention

To all these women that think like men with the same intentions

Talking strippers and models that try to gain attention

Even a couple pornstars that I'm ashamed to mention

But Weezy and Stunna my only role models

Haffa and Jordan my only role models

That's why I walk around with all this gold on

And every time I run into these niggas, they want no problems

Bought 'em sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings

All of the little accents that make me a king

I never hear the disses they try and point out to me

But it's whatever if somebody won't make it a thing

I'm more concerned with niggas thinkin' 'bout Christmas in August

Do anything to buy gifts for they daughters

Get some shake, a brick in the press

And chef it like Mrs. Fields, they makin' the cookie stretch

I know it so well, I know the hustle so well

Stunt like I'm working overnighters right by the motel

Drug money outfit, record clean

Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team

Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real (Woo)

Places they say they've been, we actually goin' for real (Woo)

I'm really killin' shit, fuck all the jiggy rappin' (Woo)

I'm going trigger happy just to see my niggas happy

Mixtape legend, underground kings

Lookin' for the right way to do the wrong things (Huh)

With my new bitch that's livin' in Palm Springs

Young-ass nigga, lifelong dreams

They take the greats from the past and compare us

I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era

In a time where it's recreation

To pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations

I know of all the things that I hear they be pokin' fun at

Never the flow, though, they know I run that

Fuck you all, I claim that whenever

I changed rap forever, the game back together, yeah

YM, I remain that forever

In the same place my brother Wayne at forever

I'm a descendant of either Marley or Hendrix

I haven't figured it out 'cause my story is far from finished

I'm hearing all of the jokes, I know that they tryna push me

I know that showin' emotion don't ever mean I'm a pussy

Know that I don't make music for niggas who don't get pussy

So those are the ones I count on to diss me or overlook me

Lord knows, Lord knows, I'm heavy, I got my weight up

Roberson, boost the rate up, it's time that somebody paid up

A lot of niggas came up off of a style that I made up

But if all I hear is me, then who should I be afraid of?

Bought a white Ghost, now shit is gettin' spooky

Very, very scary like shit you see in the movies

In this bitch, all drinks on the house like Snoopy

That's why all the real soldiers salute me

Trill nigga, for real

[Interlude: Rick Ross]

Huh

You know I love this

YOLO, you only live once

I'm going so hard, my nigga

I swear, homie

Every day is another opportunity to reach that goal

(M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

I fell in love with the pen, started fuckin' the ink (Huh)

The hustle's an art, I painted what I would think

Still allergic to broke, prescription straight to the paper

Destined for greatness, but got a place in Jamaica (Woo)

Villa on the water with the wonderful views

Only fat nigga in the sauna with Jews

Went and got a yacht, I'm talkin' Carnival Cruise

And these niggas talkin' like hoes, they mad they not in my shoes

It's the red bottom boss (Huh), came to buy the bar (Huh)

Every bi-week, shit, I'm bound to buy a car (Woo)

Murder-cedes Benz or that bubble double-R (Woo)

Headlights flickin', lookin' like a falling star

Every day, them hammers bang, whippin' yay like Anna Mae

I run the game, but the ladies think I'm runnin' game

Mink coats make your woman wanna fornicate

Rozay and Drake, I'm getting cake, nothin' short of great (Huh)