Pirates(Explicit) - Rick Ross

Pirates (Explicit) - Rick Ross
Written by：William Roberts/Maurice Jordan/Matthew Furdge/William Bell/Booker T.Jones
I guess there aingt no nice way to tell you niggas it's game over huh
Pray for me
Hallucination of money while ni**a's stomach just rumble
Had to f**k with the haitians and break a kilo to crumbles
Ni**a living in rubble but then I'm labelled a rebel
Any ni**a wan rumble somebody hand me a shovel
Gotta silence the lambs get on my buffalo bill
Stepping off the sonoma with the black duffle bag filled
Got a cute b**ch with me favor kimora for real
Got meek mill on the celly meek milli
That ni**a worth a few mil
I multiply what I manage I manage to multiply
Witness real niggas fail and watch you f**k niggas strive
Witness b**ch 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 2 pac 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 rolling the dice four five six
Young ni**a nineteen four or five bricks
Praying on you niggas sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don't only hustlers relate
Tryna keep my head above water ni**a
We pirates out here ni**a just trying to stay afloat
And I ride for my niggas
Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and porsches
Panameras abortion m*******a imported
Dreams of getting 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 f**king up father time
Babies be having babies I'm talking bout how I grind
Niggas thinking it's voodoo the way bricks be multiplying
Affiliated with wealth associated with death
Self made millionaire snatch a triple beam off the shelf
Straight grim reaper air jordans walking the streets
Blackberry boss one call ya put to sleep
I'm rolling the dice four five six
Young ni**a nineteen four or five bricks
Praying 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 f**k niggas
F**k what you heard ni**a
I need to feel it
I need to smell it
I need to see it