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Where Would I Go
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Rick Ross
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Hit-Boy Where would I go? You know real (Where would I go?) Real big boss sh*t (Where would I go?) Distinguished gentleman sh*t Real street n***a sh*t, yo Jumped in the game feet first and I paid for my actions Hospital stays, laid up, related to asthma And all I knew was chase paper in a dangerous fashion Them boxes came to my crib with my name on a package Mama, I made it, rose petals and gold Chevelles Ask the team, we all cop gold bezels at those levels It's on my wrist and as well as my hip, it's cold metal This kinda game only run through your veins and your bone marrow It cost me, they tell me, "Be humble", they think I'm flossin' sh*t, I probably am, I got this out the concrete I stood in front of buildings, sold dope brown as coffee Wearin' Barkleys, I just parked the 740 by a palm tree (That's real sh*t) Stuck to the plan from out the sand, get rich and share it When you a dope boy, this the life that your b*t*h inherit She wanna f**k me on a yacht and take a trip to Paris I buy her expensive sh*t and she forget to wear it Big dough when you thought of my block I bought a brand new pistol when I thought of the opps I had the money on the roll 'fore the water got hot And I still remember who owe in case y'all thought I forgot The Butcher comin', n***a
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