Ace Hood, Meek Mill, The Game - The Drill lyrics

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
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

Niggas cry tears, when I see my first mil
(First Mil)
Bad bitch with' me bet she know the drill
Bad bitch with' me bet she know the drill
Bad bad bitch with' me bet
She know the drill

I gotta' bad bitch 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 motherfucka' cold, yeah
Buffalo Bill

I ain't never ran from nobody
And I never will
Lunch time on these niggas
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 niggas love to kill
Ridin' round with' chuck
But it ain't a game though
My black wall niggas
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 bitch, never count the counterfeit
Cause' she know the real from fake
I had her around some shit
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