[Rick Ross - VERSE 1]
Smoking the best spliff in a brand new Benz no I'd on the track let the story begin. begin...
Lookin in the mirror but I don't see much

Staring in the streets so I don't sleep much
Watching the snakes so they don't creep up
But the way I'm gettin dis money ^!$$%z can't keep up

U ^!$$%z can't keep up
^!$$%z got beef but it can't be much
I'm still walking through the crowds like I can't be touched

Top back all black Gretzky puck
Ice skater little later might let me $#&@
Damn, she might let me $#&@

Last night I cried tears of joy
Wat did I do to deserve this
Vacheron on my wrist a year ago

I didn't even know that (*##$es exist
Quarter milli for the mother$#&@er
No insurance on a mother$#&@er

Ain't life a (*##$, but you gotta keep her wet
Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set
Everybody knows I'ma a lot of people's threats

Biggie smalls in the flesh living life after my death
Yesterday I read my horoscope
Tell me lord will I be poor and broke

Tell me lord will I be dealing dope
I wanna take my momma to the pocanoes


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Goodbye
To all the loved ones I leave behind

At least they can't see me cry
And I ask when someone wants to be me, why?
Thought having everything would ease my mind

If you could read my mind
My god, I'm scared
I have tattooed tears of joy


[Rick Ross - VERSE 2]
Last night I cried tears of joy

What did I do to deserve this
Young rich mother$#&@er still uneducated but dammit a ^!$$% made it
GOD damn a ^!$$% made it cremated in the church lord knows I'm blessed

5 different lawyers so you know I'm stressed
A punch in the face get you 300k
Ask glad now he back making minimum wage

Another victim of my criminal ways
I wanna walk in the image of Christ
But that (*##$ vivica nice

And I'm still swimming in ice
I'm just living my life
I'm just living my life

Lease a Lamborghini for your #~!!@ rate
Life is just a #~!!@ race
Snatch a (*##$ take her back to your place

Next mourning I can tell you how the #~!!@ taste
I got expensive taste


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[Rick Ross - VERSE 3]

Last night I cried tears of joy
What did we do to deserve this
Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real I gotta represent for Emmit Till

All the dead souls in the field
Lookin at my rolly it's about that time
White man had a problem wit mine

And we suppose 2 be shy? (shy, shy)
The revolution still applies
Probably still on the rise


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