- Rick Ross black opium 歌詞
- Rick Ross
- Huh
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
Imma stand as a man never above ya
Shooters in crowd with 50 carats, they give em dab
My livestyle get busy , you niggas really rare
Put my bitches on, get money, stay out the trap
F**k em long, smoke a bong maybe go get a tat
No illusion, quarter millie for this whip Im cruzin
Caught a deal up a plane with Hov and I kept it movin
Mob ties, (Send a re-up), protect me from these shooters
Nice suits, so religious, these muthaf**kers ruthless
Blond broads, Cuban cigars, shit I get the true
(Lovely suit, VIP, double M.C are truth
Cap guns, Stab wounds, they think were having fun
Doing shows, f* *king hoes, Gunplays still on the run
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
Imma stand as a man never above ya
Some niggas choke, some niggas dont
Pissin in portable potties out at the public school
Late to class, walk the halls then wanna run with tools
Say your name, whats your gang, my people wrote the rule
4th of July, light up the sky, step on my shoes
All I do is feed eat?, niggas and they call it food
Thats my fool?, I assume you know hes in the room
You hear the boom, soul floating like a balloon
Fatal wound, if war niggas yell “I played the rules”
A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consume
Still fill the room; King of Diamond, go get the broom
Dreamchasers you f**k with Meek, you gotta f**k with Combs
Theyre my Poon?
Theyre DC, carve it in mytomb
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
Imma stand as a man never above ya
Imma stand as a man never above ya
I only take time out for all my bad bitches
Ex-bitches, my last bitch was far from average
Fast whips, G wagon thats horse and carriage
Marriage is not for me Im rich and careless
Ex-ex relax under my mattres
40 blocks of white, it Marshall matters
8 mile, a while my shit was stagnant
Seven fifties do 8 figures, young nigga at it
Ho wow, ho now, they think its magic
I bring the best out your bitch, she livin lavish
Mink drapes, prince cape is on my
The parallel twig of a Caroling
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
Imma stand as a man never above ya
I do this for us
I, I, I do this for us
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