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Valley of Death
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Rick Ross
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If I could leave this place With a smile on my face I'd give up everything Just to make you happy But we both know, oh, oh, oh This ain't how live goes We could build our own world But the streets keep callin' me The meek shall inherit the earth That's what The Bible says I need it Walk like a giant, talk like a tyrant Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph David or Goliath, hate me or admire Kush burns slow, as I chase my desire Embrace my empire, Batty Boy, eat fire Guns like choirs, when they sing, "Keep quiet" "Will I get to heaven?" Turn to Psalm 27 Lord knows when I see this Monkey, I'mma be The Devil Beat him cause I'm clever, beat him at whatever You never was a G, nigga, Unit mean together! New York unified, Down South love that When we got to shine, "Motherfuckers, where the love at?" Real niggas gettin' Money, better log off Think the game's dead now? Now imagine when your dog gone Imagine when it's all gone When your phone off, there's only one to call on If I could leave this place With a smile on my face I'd give up everything Just to make you happy But we both know, oh, oh, oh This ain't how live goes We could build our own world But the streets keep callin' me I mean, if I die today I could honestly say Thank you, Lord Thank you, Lord Thank you, Lord I'm bigger than a title, bigger than a name You could label we the biggest label in the game Put food on the table, fed the whole city Tell me who be the fool if The Feds come get me? Fetty isn't better, when you're called a trendsetter When world's so cold, hope you got a little sweater Caught a little case, but he had a little cheddar Pled-out to fifteen, poured his life in a letter Very first line, he called Trick Daddy stupid Say he got AIDS, tellin' people that it's lupus Not the one just to jump to conclusions I'm gettin' money, small talk could be a nuisance Both chains, reminiscin' to them nooses Sittin' on deuces, new Land-Cruisers (BOSS!) Who the fuck you callin' losers? You niggas losin', look like you could use us If I could leave this place With a smile on my face I'd give up everything Just to make you happy But we both know, oh, oh, oh This ain't how live goes We could build our own world But the streets keep callin' me When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl And my first 2 Live Crew cassette I would've cried if I knew where I'm at today Took me forty minutes to walk there to buy it Call your boy a C.O., but if I really was When all these niggas undercover fuckin' niggas up? Keep it Trilla, nigga, never had a gun and badge! Kept a nice watch, smokin' on a hundred sacks Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks Skippin' school I saw my friend stabbed with an icepick Young nigga, fifteen with three seeds From that very day, I carried on the three C's Can't criticize niggas tryna get jobs Better get smart, young brother, live yours Only live once and I got two kids And for me to feed them, I'd get two gigs I'd shovel shit, I'd C.O So we can bow our head and pray over the meatloaf I'm lookin' at the big picture Keep a bitch wit'cha, tryin' to get a bit richer If I could leave this place With a smile on my face I'd give up everything Just to make you happy But we both know, oh, oh, oh This ain't how live goes We could build our own world But the streets keep callin' me I remember prayin' for, for me just to get the, the opportunity To have a record deal And now I sign artists Thank you, Lord
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