Drug Lord Couture

By Nick Grant

On Return of the Cool

Released on January 13, 2017

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[Verse 1: Nick Grant]

The new king now watch a nigga spazz

The school of hard knocks, you niggas skipping class

You fake, bumping Trey the only time your trigger blast

Talking you through the present time I got the gift of gab

Jewelry swinging like a freak couple I got a hoe fetish

Wide body Ferrari look bowlegged, we go-getters

Niggas that you admire acknowledge me, its prophecy

No shame cocaine white as the dress on the bride to be

Pimpin’, promote the pussy like she signed to me

Nicole Scherzinger nigga, nina on my lap

Here's my squirt finger, bloaw how you like me now

Niggas telling’ on the crowd, where the fuck is the morale  (wow)


[Hook]

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

This is for the hustler in you


[Verse 2: Nick Grant]

Damn it feels good to see people up on it

First rap deal, gave it back didn’t want it

Your style is haunted, with ghostwriters in your corner

I’m disappointed, how silent killers turn informant

At your door like the Mormons, peep how bitches adore him

I make em freeze like when a nigga scared of performing

Understand it, fuck with me and up your standards

You tryna freak Nick, baby, I’m out in Atlanta (uhh)

Lift as you climb my nigga they couldn’t carry us

Said we wouldn’t make it 'til we broke down the barriers

These niggas name dropping pussy who u marrying

Alienate us, send 51 niggas to your area (blaow)


[Hook]

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

This is for the hustler in you


[Verse 3: Nick Grant]

Fuck the drama man I’m so beyond it

All I do is move around, I don’t know confinement

Never had a high but know my bitches roll the finest

I’m just so honest, get behind her like I’m photobombing

This the life I’m posed’ to live, tell a hoe don’t comment

Yellow gold like a wine-o’s eye rolls of jaundice

Slick, you’ll never catch it flows are ultrasonic

They over grinding, selling blow like a nose with sinus

Where I’m from, they pull out quick, here i come 

Like the wool out, they wasn't 'bout static

But never run

Blast out, hit gas than mash out

Seeing through your favorite rapper like he riding glass house (blaow)


[Hook]

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

This is for the hustler in you