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      Lord Knows (Ft. Rick Ross)

      Lord Knows (Ft. Rick Ross)


      Album: Take Care

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      Drake - Lord Knows (Ft. Rick Ross) Música y Letra

      [Intro: Rick Ross]
      All we wanted was opportunity
      Just Blaze, Lord Knows!
      [Verse 1: Drake]
      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 are my only role models
      Heffer and Jordan are 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
      Buy them 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 wan’ make it a thing
      I’m more concerned what niggas thinkin’ about 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’re making the cookie stretch
      I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
      Stunt like I’m workin’ 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
      Places they say they’ve been, we’ve actually going for real
      I’m really killin’ shit, fuck all the jiggy rappin’
      I’m going trigga happy just to see my niggas happy
      Mixtape legend, underground kings
      Lookin’ for the right way to do the wrong things
      With my new bitch that’s living 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 change rap forever, the game back together, yup
      YM, I remain that forever
      In the same place my brother Wayne that forever
      I’m a descendent 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
      Roll this and boost your 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]
      You know I love this
      YOLO, You Only Live Once
      I’m going so hard my nigga, I swear homie
      Everyday is another opportunity to reach that goal
      [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
      I fell in love with the pen, started fucking in ink
      The hustle’s an art, I paint it what I would think
      Still allergic to broke, prescription straight to the paper
      Destined for greatness, but got a place in Jamaica
      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, came to buy the bar
      Every by week, shit, I’m bound to buy a car
      Murder-cedes Benz of that bubble double R
      Headlights flickin’, lookin’ like a fallin’ star
      Everyday them hammers bang, whippin' yay like Anna Mae
      I run the game but the ladies think I’m running game
      Mink coats making women wanna fornicate
      Rosay and Drake, I’m gettin’ cake, nothin’ short of great

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