[Intro: Rick Ross]

God forgives, he's so honorable

But living amongst thieves and ^!$$%s like myself
You will not have that luxury


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I wake up excited, I made it through the night

Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?
My nurse should be a wreck, I got a bad chick
She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs

I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a $#&@ing feature
I need at least three a week, roll up the $#&@ing reefer
Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas

Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer
^!$$%s claim that they thugging when they dick-riding
My ^!$$%s rather walk, do they own brick climbing

On the block in my all white sneakers
Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
Pray for me cause you know a ^!$$% doing wrong

My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem
Count mills for the times that we had it hard
Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God


[Hook: Rick Ross]


I do this for my ^!$$%s facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties

Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives

I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Young ^!$$% coming up, they wanna gun you down

Drinking vodka in the memory of my ^!$$%, damn (I miss you Peanut)
Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them ^!$$%)
Shopping for them Os when the mall close

Repping for your homies when they all gone
Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real %#@!)
All black tees, ten gold chains

At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game
Ten years strong in the same trap
Ten years blowing on that strong pack

Lord knows that I wanna live right
But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)
Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand

Lord ? got it rolled up in a rubber band
Holding on the forty in his other hand
Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland


[Hook: Rick Ross]


I do this for my ^!$$%s facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties

Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives

I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces


[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

I'm his poltergeist, ^!$$%s know I'm more than nice

All these jewels on, all ?
I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster
Black card maxed out, damn black brother

White collar, black minded
Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket
Eight shot, (*##$ I'm a top shotta

Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter
I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither
Never blackmail them, mother$#&@ing killer
On trial and they wanna execute me
It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me

True G to the core, feel my texture
A true G keeps it raw in his lecture
Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers
Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces


[Hook: Rick Ross]

I do this for my ^!$$%s facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties

Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces


[Verse 4: Stalley]

Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest
Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean
Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean

Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best
And I was so impressed that I went and got ten
Now I'm stunting on these ^!$$%s cause I couldn't back in
Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum
And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them
I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner
Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda

Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my shoulders
But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed
For the reason that I rhyme
And they say, because I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the shine
Or even put it in a rhyme
It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards
But for now, I'mma wear these ten chains and floss


[Hook: Rick Ross]

I do this for my ^!$$%s facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side

Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

[Outro]
We untouchable


Mi historia es complicada, pero al fin del día valió la pena, porque ahora estoy trabajando con el jefe.
My history is complicated, but at the end of the day, it was worth it, because now I'm working with the boss

Yo viví en Colombia y viví muchas cosas, me entiende?
I lived in Colombia and I lived a lot of things, you understand me?


Vi muertes? vi muertes? vi cuerpos en las calles, sangrando después del colegio, con 12, 13 años viendo estas cosas en la calle.
I saw deaths? I saw deaths? I saw bodies in the streets, bleeding after school, with 12, 13 years seeing these things in the streets

Y siempre quería venir para aquí otra vez, y me vine, y trabaje porque tenia otra mentalidad. Y cuando llegue acá entendí mi propósito: hacer dinero, ser rico para siempre.
And I always wanted to come back here, and I came, and I worked because I had another mentality. And when I arrived here I understood my purpose: make money and be rich forever.

Dios perdona, yo no.
God forgives, I don't.