Artist/Band:
Rick Ross
Lyrics for Song: Pirates
Lyrics for Album: God Forgives I Don't [2012]
[Intro]
I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you n*ggas it's game over, huh?
Pray for me
[Verse 1]
Hallucination of money, while n*gga's stomach just rumble
Had to f*ck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles
N*gga living in rubble, but get him labelled a rebel
Any n*gga wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel
Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill
Steppin' off the Sonoma with the black duffel bag filled
Got a cute b*tch with me; favor Kimora, for real
Got Meek Mill on the celly, that n*gga worth a few mil
I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply
Witness real n*ggas fail, and watch you f*ck n*ggas strive
Witness b*tch n*ggas pale, Jabar just got twenty-five
At this point in my life, I'm just trying to survive
Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time
R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine
Makaveli returns - it's God forgives, and I don't
Resurrection of the real, time to get the richer than Trump
[Hook]
I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six
Young n*gga, 19, four, five bricks
Praying on you n*ggas, sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate
[Bridge]
Trying to keep my head above water, n*gga
We pirates out here, n*gga, just trying to stay afloat
And I ride for my n*ggas
[Verse 2]
Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches
Panoramas, abortions, marijuana imported
Dreams of getting cream and never to be extorted
Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it
Product is in demand, profit not far behind
Got on my mother pearl, she f*cking up father time
Babies be having babies, I'm talking 'bout how I grind
N*ggas thinking it's voodoo the way bricks be multiplying
Affiliated with wealth, associated with death
Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf
Straight Grim Reaper, Air Jordans walking the streets
Blackberry boss - one call, ya put to sleep
[Hook]
I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six
Young n*gga, nineteen, forty five bricks
Praying on you n*ggas, sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate
[Outro]
The Lord is my light and my salvation
But I see none of you f*ck n*ggas
F*ck what you heard, n*gga
I need to feel it
I need to smell it
I need to see it
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