(feat. Lloyd)

[Chorus: Lloyd]

Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose

Street life , nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye

Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky
Sittin at this table, why, to take this {?}
Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (riiiight)

Hoes used to call me small time
My clothes ain't know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it

No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it
Way before my first key
My ^!$$% E showed me

How to parlay a Z (good lookin' ^!$$%)
I know my mama pullin' overtime
Pocket full of dimes

So I'm out here pullin' mine

[Chorus]


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
You can't close shop, not on my block

I'm 24/7 like IHOP
Came from the bottom to the skybox
Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top

Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie
Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub

Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper

Just an example, by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper


[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

Street life, sellin' dope, $#&@in' hoes
Big E, smoke comin' outta ^!$$% nose
Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything

I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days
This life and nothin' will ever change that
I love the game and we'll never give the game back

We lost a lotta good ^!$$%z in the game
But in the game, all the good ^!$$%z get a name
I got a name, everybody don't die the same

Like all dope don't fly the same
M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
It's like the people want me to come fly the plane


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