Lyrics:
convictions turn to crucifixions (you hear me?)
For us exploiting people for their true addictions (they need a fix)
So in turn they choose to judge us by
Live and learn as the world turns
We emerge up out the smoke
Watch the world burn
Through Hell n Back inhale the tack
Forever high
Cause life is but
Yea
HMM
Henny money Mafia
I'm just talking bout my side piece
Not talking about my 9 piece
Cause shawty is a dime piece
Fuck with her she'll turn
Can't you see
Blinded by the white
You can't see the light
Not tonight
Life of pain and I'm to blame
And now
I've got you hooked
Take another look
Big eight of bad work, I guess I learned the hard way
Do my dirt by myself, handle my business (facts)
I done seen a codefendant turn eye witness
on the grind to the top I climb
Fuckin wit me she gotta be a dime
Living by the mantra that the world is mine
I keep money on my mind
Always on the grind
Ah, yeah, además de mí
Ah, yeah (yeah), además de mí
Ah, yeah (yeah), además de mí
Yeah
Baby, dime si hoy no' volvemo' a ver (baby, dime)
La
Rick James, The man can sang
I don't like life, but I can't complain
All day, they running my name
I bought some whole grain, fifteen seconds of fame
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
all, done it all, I'm tellin' you
So the best you could do now is murder me
I've seen wives turn hoes, and
A scene wiped by the O's man
Prayed the fiends
as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be
real life I'm Rick James
I take aim, and garner acclaim,
Shoot through the flame to reclaim the plain jane
To kill it cuz times the mainframe
Collateral damage in my brain, think about it for once
Turn a dime to a buck, sling it up like a rock
Then I turn on the cops, turn around whip that shit 180
an honest dime
He ain't worked a damn day in his life
Somehow he's always got a cup of change jingling
Headed for the penny slot machines
Turn into a million
sometime and throw in my hand
But I won't fold you know how I roll
I live that life of a trouble man and play by the code
Where I'm from just make me want
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
to the pain I need to function
Most of these niggas don't know thugging
Turn this rhythm into something
So my family see some options
Locked away by the system
on ol' Rick Ross status
Don't get flipped like you in gymnastics, uh
Niggas hard online, but in real life he made of plastic
You ain't built the way I'm
take a choke
On so I can really feel it
Thinkin' about not having the rich life but the hood life was still a
Good life and that we know
Always
hundreds on me now (Now)
Vvs on me now turn your life around (Round)
Yeah I'm off that hard shit but chief by the pound
Yeah we on top of the roof, oh yeah
me spit a hot sixteen
Turn up let's get it
Rick and Morty that's swifty
T'd up maan that's litty
Caught my eye, yeah you pretty
Yoo I'm chasin'
or die, I'm ya alibi
We are the modern Bonnie and Clyde
I stay by your side and you stay by mine
No need for change cause you are my dime
We go on a date,
And just thoughts of doin' life
Gave a nigga chills
Damn, long rise to the mountains
I heard a nigga soul make
You wanna cry fountains but you can't
'cause
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
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