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yea, we came in that guilla
more money than you ever heard of
you gotta master the art of living young n-gg-
ain’t never think i was gonna get this much n-gg-
let me explain it to ya
oh lord, please don’t stop baby

i seen a home boy gang cold blood
eyes rolled in his head, was no love
his mama sold p-ssy, daddy was a fiend
he from a place where n-gg-s don’t believe in dreams
n-gg- snorting powder…

i seen a home boy gang cold blood
eyes rolled in his head, was no love
his mama sold p-ssy, daddy was a fiend
he from a place where n-gg-s don’t believe in dreams
n-gg- snorting powder, get your head right
get your d-ck sucked sitting at the red light
now you catchin cases, talkin home invasions
how you get upon? how the f-ck you plan?
candy playin games on the home field
open up like a god when that dome build
we inhaled sh-t when we went to school
now it’s flat screens up in every room
n-gg- do the math but you’re full of cr-p
talk full of money, candy on the side
kevlar underneath my fresh tat (wut?)
bell harbor, walking out with 40 badge
i could f-ck a model for autograph
8 cars, still make a call a cab
shout out to death jam, shout out to warner brothers
shout out to dope boy, we all need each other
coming in, i’m smoking killa
we run the game, p-ssy boy go cry a river

a f-ck n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like (bang bang)
a snitch n-gg-, that’s that sh-t i don’t like (bang bang)
a b-tch n-gg- that’s that sh-t i don’t like (bang bang)
sneak disser, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
(this chicago n-gg-! )

they smile in my face, it’s what i don’t like
they steal the whole sound, that’s a sound bite
the media crucify me like they did christ
they wanna find me now, breathing like they found mike
a girl to run her mouth only out of spite
but i’d never hit a woman, never in my life
i was in too deep, michaela pfeiffer
and that p-ssy’s so deep i could’ve drowned twice
rose gold, jesus piece with the brown ice
eating good vegetary with the brown rice
girls kissing girls, cuz it’s hot right
but unless they use the strap-on then they not dyk-s
they ain’t about that life
they ain’t about that life
we hangin out the window, it’s bout to be a sug night
free b-mp j, real n-gg- fo life
shout out to dead rose, man that n-gg- nice
shout out to ellie p, j boogie right?
chief keef, king louie, this your shot right?
right?

don’t like like, don’t like like
a snitch n-gg- that’s that sh-t i don’t like
fake gucci, that’s that sh-t i don’t like

i’m smoking on this dope, higher than a kite
this b-tch gon lie me down, she gon let me bite
screaming so soft, that’s that n-gg- that i like
i don’t want relations, i just want one night
cuz it’s thirsty b-tch, that’s that sh-t that i don’t like
i got tats up on my arm cuz this sh-t is life
and i spend so much on clothes cuz i’m living life
i come up on the scene and i’m stealing light
b-tch i’m halflife, got me feeling white
b-tch i’m chief keef, f-ck who don’t like
and b-tch we gbe, we just gon sigh

i done sold purple, i done sold white
running out of work, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
she never let me hit, she gave me dome twice
she blowin up my phone, that’s that b-tch i don’t like
nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
put the pressure on em just when they think that i eased up
30 for the cuban, another 30 for the jesus
when we’ve been ourselves when n-body else believed us
suckers!

- rick ross

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