[Rick Ross] 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 niggaz cant keep up U niggaz cant keep up Niggaz got beef but it cant be much I´m still walking through the crowds like I cant be touched Top back all black Gretzky puck Ice skater little later might let me fuck Damn, she might let me fuck 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 bitches exist Quarter milli for the motherfucker No insurance on a motherfucker Ain´t life a bitch, 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
[Refrain:] 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] Last night I cried tears of joy What did I do to deserve this Young rich motherfucker still uneducated but dammit a nigga made it GOD damn a nigga 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 bitch 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 pussy rate Life is just a pussy race
Snatch a bitch take her back to your place Next mourning I can tell you how the pussy taste I got expensive taste
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[Rick Ross] 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 its 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