The Game – Drake Flows Lyrics

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 shit 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 Wall 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 shit but can’t do it

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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 out and let you hold my style