The Drill

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