Feat. Scarface & Z-Ro
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(Verse)
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I live just enough for the city so I get by
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Money never changed how I felt, would I risk mine?
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Life for a dolla, homie? Nah, I don't think so!
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Greed breeds jealousy, nigga, out here when getting fo's
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Catch a nigga slipping, put a bullet in his temple
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Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple
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My kinfolk, call it what I'm living like the high life
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Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind
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I tell you I got 20/20 hindsight
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See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes tight
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My mind like, Game recognize that real recognize real
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Steel .45 strapped
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Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get shot down
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Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, call the cops now
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Fuck the police, stop running!
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White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunnin'
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Down with innocent, and then the beginning ends
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You was doing 50 in the 35, the ending is
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You fit the description of the subject in this incident
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We gon' have to take you downtown for some questionin'
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Damn, a blessin', in disguise if you ask me x3
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I was just about to hit the highway with my last key
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Could it be that maybe God is intervenes
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In my life like he did so many times in between?
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A half a block away from the crime scene,
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A minute earlier and that was me, think
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I've been knowing Ross since he was Teflon
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Same nigga now it was back then, nothing stepped on
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Dopeman, dopeman yelling
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Cook it till it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it x4
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Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it
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Kept to them niggas getting caught go and tell it
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(Hook)
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Every time I turn around,
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Y'all got something to say about me
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But y'all don't know a damn thing about me
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Just what you see, that's what you judge me on
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Every time I turn around
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The guilty be pointing fingers at me
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Homie, I'm just trying to be all I can be
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But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll
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I need that
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(Talking)
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Can't even believe this day here, my nigga
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I remember us sitting in the parking lot talking about getting money
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(Verse)
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Cracks in the wall, standing in the puddle
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Sunny South Florida, a cold motherfucker x4
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Ready for a war, barely wanna talk
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Ballys on, my nigga, as they walking back and forth
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Makes you wanna hustle, take care of my brothers
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Raymond passed away, here's something for his mother
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It never is enough, trying to show her that I love him
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We were fishing buddies, breed the dog, split the puppies
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Pictures on the wall, bitches we done raw
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Niggas getting robbed, the only shit that we can solve
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We all wanna get it, ball for a minute
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Accept collect calls, tell our dawgs that we did it
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Plenty money orders, that what uncle Kenny taught us
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Keep your face clean when you're out here bending corners
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Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
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Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
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Artificial homies, worse than the agents
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When you parking all your cars, they wanna know the payments
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Rose petals dripping on the casket
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Baby boy done grew into a bastard
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On that lean, you know I fuck her fantastic
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Work white as Rita Ora in that plastic
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Took shots, shed tears, that's war
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Bust bottles on yachts, stand tall
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Catch a case, don't talk, that's raw
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Scarface, Rick Ross: big boys
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Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys
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(Hook)
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Every time I turn around,
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Y'all got something to say about me
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But y'all don't know a damn thing about me
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Just what you see, that's what you judge me on
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Every time I turn around
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The guilty be pointing fingers at me
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Homie, I'm just trying to be all I can be
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But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll
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I need that x2
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Blessing In Disguise
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Rick Ross |