Nick Grant – Drug Lord Couture lyrics

[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