Ten Jesus Pieces

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Rick Ross

William Leonard Roberts II (born January 28, 1976), better known by his stage name Rick Ross (often stylized as RICK RO$$), is an American rapper. Ross founded the record label Maybach Music Group, on which he released his studio albums Deeper Than Rap (2009) and Teflon Don (2010). Ross was also th… more »

God forgives, He's so honourable 
But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself 
You will not have that luxury 

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 fucking feature
I do at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer
Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas 
Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer  Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding
My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing
On the block in my all white sneakers
Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong 
My homie 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

I do this for my niggas facing hard times  Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
 Rakim flows, coming from the far side
 Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid 
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives 
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

 Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down
 Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut)
 Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)
 Shopping for them Os when the mall close  Repping for your homies when they all gone
Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit)
All black tees, ten gold chains 
At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game
Ten years strong in the same trap
Ten years blowing on that strong pack
Lord knows that I wanna live right 
But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)
 Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand 
Lord ? got it rolled up in a rubber band
 Holding on the forty in his other hand
Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland 

I do this for my niggas facing hard times  Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
 Rakim flows, coming from the far side
 Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid 
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives 
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

I'm his poltergeist, niggas know I'm more than nice
All these jewels on, all ?
I could see it in the sparkle cause it lacklustre  Black card maxed out, damn black brother
 White collar, black minded
 Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket  Eight shot, bitch I'm a top shotta  Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter 
I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither
 Never blackmail them, motherfucking 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

I do this for my niggas facing hard times  Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
 Rakim flows, coming from the far side
 Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid 
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives 
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

 Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest 
Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean
Nas did it fresh, 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 niggas cause I couldn't back in
Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum
And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them
I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner  Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda
Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my shoulders 
But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed 
For the reason that I rhyme 
And they say, because 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'mma wear these ten chains and floss 

I do this for my niggas facing hard times  Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
 Rakim flows, coming from the far side
 Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid 
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives 
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

We untouchable 

Mi historia es complicada, pero al final del dia valio la pena,
 porque ahora estoy trabajando con el jefe

Yo vivi en Colombia y vivi muchas cosas, me entiende?

Written by: ERIK ORTIZ, KEVIN CROWE, KYLE ALFONSO MYRICKS, KENNY BARTOLOMEI, WILLIAM ROBERTS, JEFFREY L. OSBORNE, JAMAAL FRANKLIN

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION

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