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Pirates
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Rick Ross
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I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's game over, huh? Pray for me Hallucination of money, while nigga's stomach just rumble Had to fuck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles Nigga livin' in rubble, but then I'm labelled a rebel Any nigga wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill Steppin' off the Sonoma with the black duffle bag filled Got a cute bitch with me, favor Kimora, for real Got Meek Mill on the celly (Meek Milli) that nigga worth a few mil I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply Witness real niggas fail, and watch you fuck niggas strive Witness bitch niggas tell, Jabar just got twenty-five At this point in my life, I'm just tryna 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 I'm rollin' the dice, four, five, six Young nigga, nineteen, four or five bricks Prayin' on you niggas, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate Tryna keep my head above water, nigga We pirates out here, nigga, just trying to stay afloat And I ride for my niggas Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches Panameras abortion, marijuana imported Dreams of gettin' 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 fuckin' up father time Babies be havin' babies, I'm talkin' 'bout how I grind Niggas thinkin' it's voodoo the way bricks be multiplyin' Affiliated with wealth, associated with death Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf Straight Grim Reaper, Air Jordans walkin' the streets Blackberry boss, one call, ya put to sleep I'm rollin' the dice, four, five, six Young nigga, nineteen, four or five bricks Prayin' on you niggas, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate The Lord is my light and my salvation But I see none of you fuck niggas Fuck what you heard, nigga I need to feel it I need to smell it I need to see it
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