Blessing In Disguise

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I live just enough for the city so I get by
 Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
 Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
 Greed breeds jealousy, nigga, out here when getting fo's
 Catch a nigga slipping, put a bullet in his temple
 Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple my kinfolk
 Call it what I'm living like the high life
 Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind right
 I tell you I got 20/20 hindsight
 See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes tight
 My mind like, game recognize that
 Real recognize real, steel .45 strapped
 Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get shot down
 Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, call the cops now
 Fuck the police, stop running
 White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunning
 Down the innocent, and then the beginning ends
 You was doing 50 in the 35, the ending is
 You fit the description of the subject in this incident
 We gon' have to take you downtown for some questionin'
 Damn, a blessin in disguise if you ask me
 I was just about to hit the highway with my last key
 Could it be that maybe God is intervenes
 With my life like he did so many times in between
 A half a block away from the crime scene
 A minute earlier and that was me, think
 I've been knowing Ross since he was Teflon
 Same nigga now it was back then, nothing stepped on
 Dopeman, dopeman yelling
 Cook it 'til it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it
 Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it
 Kept to them niggas getting caught go and tell it
 Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
 But y'all don't know a damn thing about me
 Just what you see, that's what you judge me on
 Every time I turn around the guilty be pointing fingers at me
 Homie, I'm just trying to be all I can be
 But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll
 I need that
 Can't even believe this day here, my nigga
 I remember us sitting in the parking lot talking about getting money
 Cracks in the wall, standing in the puddle
 Sunny south Florida, a cold motherfucker
 Ready for a war, barely wanna talk
 Ballys on, my nigga, as they walking back and forth
 Makes you wanna hustle, take care of my brothers
 Raymond passed away, here's something for his mother
 It never is enough, trying to show her that I love him
 We were fishing buddies, breed the dog, split the puppies
 Pictures on the wall, bitches we done raw
 Niggas getting robbed, the only shit that we can solve
 We all wanna get it, ball for a minute
 Accept collect calls, tell our dawgs that we did it
 Plenty money orders, that what uncle Kenny taught us
 Keep your face clean when you're out here bending corners
 Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
 Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
 Artificial homies, worse than the agents
 When you parking all your cars, they wanna know the payments
 Rose petals dripping on the casket
 Baby boy done grew into a bastard
 On that lean, you know I fuck her fantastic
 Work white as Rita Ora in that plastic
 Took shots, shed tears, that's war
 Bust bottles on yachts, stand tall
 Catch a case, don't talk, that's raw
 Scarface, Rick Ross: big boys
 Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys
 Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
 But y'all don't know a damn thing about me
 Just what you see, that's what you judge me on
 Every time I turn around the guilty be pointing fingers at me
 Homie, I'm just trying to be all I can be
 But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll
 I need that
 I need that
 

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Duration
04:56
Key
10
Tempo
78 BPM

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