The Drill Meek Mill (Ft. Ace Hood & The Game)

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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