[Rick Ross] Pray for the days when the failure was a phase Or hate was the case but they tell you to your face
The top came down so I never hit the brakes The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn Black male, pickin´ cotton, hustles came in different forms Started with the pies, real ones lost lives Such a dirty game, now my hand sanitized I buckled down in a Porsche Buttoned up, Tom Ford Head stay on a swivel, they want your boy in a morgue But fuck ´em, I want a war Butt fuckin´ ´em, slow, raw Pertaining only to women, my lady know I´m a lord, Lord Forgive me for all my wrongs Killin´ niggas for sneakers and shit that´s said in a song
Puttin´ homies in check instead of puttin´ ´em on I´m always put to the test, real ones finishing strong
[The Game] Fresh up out the gutter, nigga, yeah And I can never be them other niggas I don´t come through blood niggas, a semi not on me Exchange words and shots with like ten of my homies And no matter what I do, I´m not good enough Drive-bys, blood splattered on my shoe, I´m not hood enough But why cry? I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up Thug life, it´s in my veins, go dig Pac up I´m where Pac was, only difference, got my Glock up
´Cause I been shot up, it´s time to balance out my chakras I´m not the same motherfucker that I used to be I´m H.E.R., acoustically You niggas gon´ get used to me I´m tired of niggas usin´ me, abusin´ me Usually, I make a call, get the windows knocked out your motherfuckin´ eulogy Imagine niggas shootin´ me, yeah, Compton was like a zoo to me I´m a lion, king of my jungle, that´s why it ain´t no gettin´ through to me For my first album, early 2000s, I was with the foolery Outside the L´Ermitage, could´ve got Fab for all his jewelry Ain´t even really know how to rap yet I was just a Click Clack vet´
Go find my nigga AR and ask him, if you wanna fact check Y´all heard it first (Y´all heard it first) I ain´t even told Fab yet This might affect our friendship, nigga I ain´t even ask yet I ain´t even have half of an Aftermath check All in Brooklyn with you and Clue on the corner with my rag just Hangin´ in the wind, with the stainless in the Benz Brainless when it spins, and I aim it for all my friends That go for Ross too I brought a gun and some chalk too For openin´ up doors, it cost a Maybach just to walk through And on my dark days, I walk inside a dark booth
Speak what´s on my mind but they ain´t ready for the hard truth You can´t call yourself king when I taught you Brought you a classic for you and all your niggas to spark to I ought to, nah, fuck it ´Cause even Nikki Giovanni had James Baldwin to talk to So I get high, then I swan dive in a shark pool With the same red bandana, "Start From Scratch" part two Nas got the part, so I went and got the part too Snoop went and pulled the rag out, shit, I went and bought that car too That shit was hard too Run up on it while my son inside it, the .40´ll spin your ass around like a barstool Let Jesus take the wheel, I step on the gas
I wanted a million like Aaliyah, I wish that she never crashed And I only made it this far ´cause I always knew the task Understood my greatness and over stood all the math I don´t need your love or the credit, I always got cash And even now, my 2020 vision is somewhere in the past Who the next rapper murdered? Every month, a nigga pass But me, I´m still alive, I guess they saved the best for last