The Game – Drake Flows Lyrics

Who with it
The gun spitter, young home run hitter
Moët sipper, hit you with the flow like Biggie
King of this rap s**t out the park like Griffy
I make my guns out at the park, come get me
The Desert Eagles make a ni**a move like Missy
I’m always in the Bentley how the f**k could you miss me
I’m always on the charts I know why you ni**as diss me
Cause black war street getting deeper than the 60s
Them boys in the hood lay you down like Ricky
So run, catch them hollow tips like a frisbee
I pitch cocaine like Frank Lucas
Ni**as talk that American Gangster sh*t but can’t do it
I put these whack rap ni**as in a scope and bloaw
Cause I promise the homie Kim I will hold his brother down
I’m more focussed now, I’m like the golden child
Put both of your hands down and let me hold your style