| And I know the sun will rise with me (Huh!)
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| And I know the sun will rise with me (Huh!)
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| And I know the sun will rise with me (Huh!)
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| And I know the sun will rise with me
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| All we wanted was an opportunity
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| Just Blaze! |
| Lord knows!
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| It's your worst nightmare, it's my first night here
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| And this girl right here, who knows what she knows?
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| So I'm going through her phone if she go to the bathroom
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| And her purse right there, I don't trust these hoes at all
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| But that's just the result of me paying attention
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| To all these women that think like men with the same intentions
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| Talking strippers and models that try to gain attention
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| Even a couple pornstars that I'm ashamed to mention
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| But Weezy and Stunna my only role models
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| Haffa and Jordan my only role models
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| That's why I walk around with all this gold on
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| And every time I run into these niggas, they want no problems
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| Bottom sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings
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| All of the little accents that make me a king
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| I never hear the disses they try and point out to me
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| But it's whatever if somebody won't make it a thing
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| I'm more concerned with niggas thinkin' 'bout Christmas in August
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| Do anything to buy gifts for they daughters
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| Get some shake, a brick in the press
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| And chef it like Mrs. Fields; |
| they're making the cookie stretch
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| I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
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| Stunt like I'm working overnighters right by the motel
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| Drug money outfit, record clean
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| Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
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| Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real (Woo!)
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| Places they say they've been, we actually going for real (Woo!)
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| I'm really killin' shit, fuck all the jiggy rapping (Woo!)
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| I'm going trigger happy just to see my niggas happy (Woo!)
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| Mixtape legend, underground kings
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| Lookin' for the right way to do the wrong things (Huh!)
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| With my new bitch that's living in Palm Springs
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| Young ass nigga, lifelong dreams
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| They take the greats from the past and compare us
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| I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era
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| In a time where it's recreation
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| To pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations
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| I know of all the things that I hear they be poking fun at
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| Never the flow though, they know I run that
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| Fuck you all, I claim that whenever
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| I changed rap forever, the game back together, yeah
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| YM, I remain that forever
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| In the same place my brother Wayne at forever
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| I'm a descendant of either Marley or Hendrix
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| I haven't figured it out 'cause my story is far from finished
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| I'm hearing all of the jokes, I know that they tryna push me
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| I know that showin' emotion don't ever mean I'm a pussy
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| Know that I don't make music for niggas who don't get pussy
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| So those are the ones I count on to diss me or overlook me
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| Lord knows, Lord knows, I'm heavy, I got my weight up
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| Roberson boost your rate up, it's time that somebody paid up
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| A lot of niggas came up off of a style that I made up
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| But if all I hear is me, then who should I be afraid of?
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| Bought a white Ghost now shit is gettin' spooky
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| Very, very scary like shit you see in the movies
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| In this bitch, all drinks on the house like Snoopy
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| That's why all the real soldiers salute me
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| Trill nigga, for real
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| [Interlude: Rick Ross]
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| Huh! |
| You know I love this
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| YOLO, You Only Live Once
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| I'm going so hard my nigga, I swear homie
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| Every day is another opportunity to reach that goal
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| (M-M-Maybach Music)
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| I fell in love with the pen, started fucking the ink (Huh!)
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| The hustle's an art, I painted what I would think
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| Still allergic to broke, prescription straight to the paper
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| Destined for greatness, but got a place in Jamaica (Woo!)
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| Villa on the water with the wonderful views (Views)
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| Only fat nigga in the sauna with Jews (Jews)
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| Went and got a yacht, I'm talkin' Carnival cruise
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| And these niggas talking like hoes, they mad they not in my shoes
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| It's the red bottom boss (Huh!) came to buy the bar (Huh!)
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| Every bi-week, shit, I'm bound to buy a car (Woo!)
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| Murder-cedes Benz or that bubble double R (Woo!)
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| Headlights flicking, looking like a falling star
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| Every day them hammers bang, whipping yay like Anna Mae (Anna Mae)
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| I run the gang but the ladies think I'm running game (Running game)
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| Mink coats make your woman wanna fornicate (Fornicate)
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| Rozay and Drake, I'm getting cake, nothing short of great (Huh!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lord Knows , by - Drake. Song from the album Take Care, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп