[Intro: Rick Ross]
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I pray we all live forever
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I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
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[?], rich forever
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[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
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Bullet to your trap strapped in my armored truck
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Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
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Ain't no sympathying in the city streets
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That's all I ever heard from my older G's
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She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
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Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets
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Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
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Half you niggas' Judas, I'm the son of Moses
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Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
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Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
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Rolls Royce's on dirt roads, we dopeboys
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Baptized by the dopeboys, ordained by the assholes
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My salvation is the cash flow, wow, oh
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[Hook]
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I'm walking on air
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[Bridge]
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I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
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I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
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We do it big, bitch, we do it big
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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I'm into fashion, nigga, trying to bap this
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My loyalty respected all across the atlas
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I can have you and your team finalized
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All your kids scream in your mouth, cyanide
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Holy Ghost, the divine spirit
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My heart pure, he a real nigga
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She let me fuck early so she trustworthy
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Her pussy sacred so she getting all the purses
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In his name I'm Supreme Lord
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The Book of Leviticus is the spring boy
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Jesus Christ, look at this nigga's ice
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Better yet, look at this nigga's life
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
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You already know, I give and go and I get that dough
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Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic tac toe
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And these be niggas hating like ''Meek Mill, how you get that hope?''
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Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow, just check my style
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Look at that gold on my wrist on some shit
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Make a call, ''who is this?'', think it's Benjie on the line
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And he called, tried to flip, what I do?
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Make a call, call Papi, four brick in
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Papi call Jose cause Jose got fifth
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Now I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rolling weed up
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Pussy niggas couldn't blow us, couldn't beat us
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Throwing curveballs in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter
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Double M, that's the team, I love to G us, yeah
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[Bridge: Rick Ross]
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Wait a minute, wait a minute
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Wait a minute, wait a minute
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Wait a minute, wait a minute
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I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
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I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
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We do it big, bitch, we do it big
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[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
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Fuck a tutor, better get a shooter
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Teach your ass a lesson when they running to ya
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Fiends lining up like we having communions
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This my daily bread and you niggas consumers
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All I ever wanted was to make the scrilla
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Have a recording session with J.Dilla
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Selassie, Exodus
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Corinthian, Leviticus
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I'm on that bus, I study well
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Getting money, bitches know me well
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Walkin On Air
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Rick Ross |