歌手:Rick Ross
专辑:《Rich Forever?》

作词 : Rick Ross
作曲 : Rick Ross
Look at this stuff, this is history here...you're history
This is garbage...I can say I bled for garbage
So this is meaningless...
No, at one time it meant a lot. When you're just a young kid this is everything to you, then you realize your priorities change. And you just want your children to be happy and do nice things and that makes you happy. This is nothing. This is just nothing man...
Ugh, God Forgives and I Don't
That's one of my many emotions, that's one of my many flaws
I am flawed, it may not seem that way but I am
So don't play with me
I can talk about the bodies, I could tell you 'bout the killing
Duct taping n1ggas in the name of drug dealin'
Big body Benzes while the b1tch n1ggas starve
Turtleneck Mercedes blowin' smoke up out the top
Time to talk about the money, I can tell you bout a profit
Oceanfront spot moving n1ggas out the projects
Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto's guillotine
Fxckin' with them jewelers n1gga lit up like a screen, HD
Look at me ballin' I'm talkin' high definition
Fxckin' up six digits, boy that's just my definition
N1ggas gotta get murked but I'm just minding my business
Bought three Range Rovers dolo, so fxck Expedition
On the road to the riches until I'm paid in full
And the Lord is my witness, I got a AK to pull
These n1ggas full of sh1t, my n1ggas moving bricks
I could front you fifty, but you gotta move 'em quick, my moolah thick
Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face
Better blow out your brains before you give me a case
Got the forty by my d1ck I keep on pissin' on the hammer
When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana
High definition I'm stacking money to the ceiling
Fxck my ho feelings, look here, it's time to make a killin'
Got a hundred silent n1ggas and they fiending for a million
High definition b1tches, my life a motion picture
I could talk about the b1tches, I could tell you 'bout the bricks
Pull up in the Bentley I could pop up in the six
Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club
Sound of the propeller had my young b1tch busting nuts
N1ggas wanna crack jokes just to get close to me
Hope you know that I'm strapped like I supposed to be
Put a number on your helmet like it's Notre Dame
5 grand'll get you whacked, won't even know your name
Road to the riches until I'm paid in full
And the Lord is my witness we making major moves
God forgives and I don't, I got it tatted in my skin
I'm going straight to hell that's if ballin' is a sin
Crucifix on my neck I pray it never melt
Pacquiao purse, boy I took another belt
Take a seat, I'm undefeated in this art of war
Rest in peace to the pussies, it's time to scar some more
Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face
Better blow out your brains before you give me a case
Got the forty by my d1ck I keep on pissin' on the hammer
When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana
High definition I'm stacking money to the ceiling
Fxck my ho feelings, look here, it's time to make a killin'
Got a hundred silent n1ggas and they fiending for a million
High definition b1tches, my life a motion picture