|
[Intro]{J. |
|
U.S.T.I.C. |
|
E. League} {*echoes*} |
|
God forgives |
|
He's so honorable { |
|
Maybach Music!} |
|
But living amongst thievesand niggaz like myself |
|
You will not have that luxury[Rick Ross] |
|
I wake up excited, |
|
I made it through the night |
|
Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light? |
|
My nerves should be a wreck, |
|
I got a bad chick |
|
She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs |
|
I think I'm a genius hundred grand a fuckin feature |
|
I do at least three a week, roll up the fuckin reefer |
|
Went from |
|
Benihana to |
|
Bimini in |
|
BahamasTen chains, no luggage, |
|
I'm a big timer |
|
Niggaz claim that they thuggin when they dickridin |
|
My niggaz rather walk, do they own brick climbin |
|
On the block in my all white sneakers |
|
Lord knows in my ten |
|
Jesus pieces |
|
Pray for me cause you know a nigga doingwrong |
|
My homey in the cell, so |
|
I had to write a poem |
|
Count mills for the times that we had it hard |
|
Asking for a hundred mill' as |
|
I pray to |
|
God[Chorus] |
|
I do this for my niggaz facin hard times |
|
Can't be on them corners if you hustle part time |
|
Ten chains on, |
|
Eric B. with mob ties |
|
Rakim flows, coming from the |
|
PharcydeBlood diamonds and my piece is from apartheid |
|
Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives |
|
I pray for every soul that this music reaches |
|
Bury me a |
|
G - ten Jesus pieces[Rick Ross] |
|
Young nigga comin up they wanna gun you down |
|
Drinkin vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut) |
|
Ridin real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga) |
|
Shoppin for them |
|
O's when the mall close |
|
Reppin for your homies when they all gone |
|
Get in power then you put your dawg on (real shit) |
|
All black tees, ten gold chains |
|
At the Super |
|
Bowl, but we in the dope game {*laughing*} |
|
Ten years strong in the same trap |
|
Ugh~! Ten years blowin on that strong pack |
|
Lord knows that |
|
I wanna live right (right) |
|
But Lord knows what that |
|
Club Liv like (right) |
|
Forty dollar tab meanin forty grand |
|
Lil' wodie got it rolled up in a rubber band |
|
Holdin on the forty in his other hand |
|
Ten chains on, smokin in the motherland[Chorus][Rick Ross] |
|
I'm his poltergeist, niggaz know |
|
I'm more than nice |
|
All these jewels on, all boys tonight |
|
I could see it in the sparkle cause they lackluster |
|
Black card maxed out, damn black brother |
|
White collar, black-minded |
|
Chrome Smith & |
|
Wesson, back pocket |
|
Eight shot, bitch |
|
I'm a top shotta |
|
Screamin your affiliations, but that don't matter |
|
I'm flyin first class as the snakes slither |
|
Never blackmail a motherfuckin killer |
|
On trial and they wanna execute me |
|
It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me |
|
True G to the core, feel my texture |
|
A true G keeps it raw in his lecture |
|
Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers |
|
Dope boy style, ten |
|
Jesus pieces[Chorus][Stalley] |
|
Versace shirt, |
|
Jesus layin on the chest |
|
Man I swear |
|
Big did it the best, |
|
I meanNas did it fresh and, |
|
Jay did it fresh, |
|
I mean'Ye did it fresh, but man |
|
Big did it the best |
|
And I was so impressed that |
|
I went and got ten |
|
Now I'm stunting on these niggaz cause |
|
I couldn't back in |
|
Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum |
|
And I wear 'em all at once, |
|
I ain't tryin to match them |
|
I remember bumping |
|
Mack 10 and that deuce in the corner |
|
Scrapin up for a sandwich and a soda |
|
Now my strength is up and |
|
I'm danglin chains off my shoulders |
|
But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times |
|
I feel ashamedfor the reason that |
|
I rhyme; and they saycause |
|
I'm Muslim |
|
I shouldn't think about the shine or even put it in a rhyme |
|
It's better things |
|
I could talk about or put my money towards |
|
But for now |
|
I'ma wear these ten chains and floss[Chorus][Rick Ross]{ |
|
Maybach Music} |
|
We untouchable |