DRAKE - Lord Knows lyrics

rate me

Feat. Rick Ross

[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

Bottom 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 strength of 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 bi-week, shit, I'm bound to buy a car

Murder-cedes Benz or 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 make your woman wanna fornicate

Rosay and Drake, I'm gettin' cake, nothin' short of great