Drake – Lord Knows (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

Lord Knows

Drake (feat. Rick Ross)

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"Lord Knows." - Drake (feat. Rick Ross)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 03:32 pm

Album: Take Care (Deluxe Version)

Track No: 11

All we wanted was the opportunity
Just blaze, Lord knows
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 porn stars that I'm ashamed to mention
But Weezy and Stunner my only role models
Haffa and Jordan my only role models
That's why I walk around with all this gold on
And every time I run into these ****, they want no problems
Bought 'em 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 wanna make it a thing
I'm more concerned with **** thinking 'bout Christmas in August
Do anything to buy gifts for their daughters
Get some shake, a brick in the press
And chef it like Mrs. Fields, they making the cookie stretch
I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
Stunt like I'm working overnighters right by the motel
Drug money, outfit record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matching Rollies for real, matching Rovers for real
Places they say they been we actually going for real
I'm really killing shit, fuck all the jiggy rapping
I'm going trigger happy just to see my **** happy
Mixtape legend, underground kings
Looking for the right way to do the wrong things
With my new bitch that's living in Palm Springs
Young ass ****, 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 things that I hear they'd be poking fun at
Never the flow though, they know I run that
Fuck you all, I claim that whenever
I changed rap forever, the gang back together, yeah
YM, I remain that forever
In the same place my brother Wayne at 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 trying to push me
I know that showing emotion don't ever mean I'm a pussy
Know that I don't make music for **** 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
Roberson, boost the rate up, it's time that somebody paid up
A lot of **** 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 getting 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 ****, for real
You know I love this
YOLO, you only live once
We going so hard, my ****
I swear, homie
Every day is another opportunity to reach that goal
I fell in love with the pen
Started fuckin' the ink
Huh, the hustle's a 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 **** in the sauna with Jews
Went and got a yacht, I'm talking Carnival Cruise
And these **** talking 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 and that bubble Double R
Headlights flickin', looking like a falling star
Every day them hammers bang, whipping yay like Anna Mae
I run the game but the ladies think I'm running game
Mink coats make your woman wanna fornicate
Rosé and Drake, I'm getting cake, nothing short of great

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Anthony Palman, J. Smith & W. Roberts.

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