Artist: The Game f/ Ace Hood, Meek Mill Album: California Republic Mixtape Song: The Drill Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Ace Hood] Ace Hood... Game whattup nigga? I'm just feelin some kinda way right now my nigga Ya understand me? ... Y'knahmean? Damn [Ace Hood] Thank God momma's son made it at twenty-three Still rememberin a struggle hidden deep in me Momma gone, ain't no single daddy memory I became my own man the age of seventeen Tryin to make this money flip like it's a trampoline I was hardheaded, grandfather diabetic I was tryin to do it +B.I.G.+ like I was Faith Evans Praying to the heavens, I can see my daughter smile Know she watchin now that daddy rip this record down Know I love you baby, tell my God I said whattup And know I seen 'em just meetin 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 [Chorus 2X: Ace Hood] + (Meek Mill) Niggaz cried tears when I see my first mill' (first mill') Bad bitch with me, bet she know the drill (she know the drill) Bad bitch with me, bet she know the drill (she know the drill) Bad-bad bitch with me, bet she know the drill [The Game] I got a 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 hundreds 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 them K's Show her the shoe, she put a number on them J's like Them is cool grays; I'm like - them is cool shades I'm like - them is Spike Lees; she like "Yeah, +School Daze+" And she bang "The Documentary" still Said that motherfucker cold; yeah, Buffalo Bill [Chorus] [Meek Mill] I ain't never ran from nobody and I never will Lunch time on these niggaz cause 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 about 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 niggaz love to kill (NEVER~!) Ridin around with Chuck, but it ain't a game though (whattup Chuck?) My +Black Wall'+ niggaz 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 (NEVER~!) 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 mill' [Chorus]