Pirates

Lyrics

I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you
 Niggas it's game over, huh?
 Pray for me
 Hallucination of money, while nigga's stomach just rumble
 Had to fuck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles
 Nigga living in rubble, but get him labelled a rebel
 Any nigga wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel
 Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill
 Steppin' off the Sonoma with the black duffel bag filled
 Got a cute bitch with me; favor come on, for real
 Got Meek Mill on the celly, that nigga worth a few mil
 I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply
 Witness real niggas fail, and watch you fuck niggas strive
 Witness bitch niggas pale, Japar [?] just got twenty-five
 At this point in my life, I'm just trying to survive
 Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time
 R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac 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 nigga, 19, four, five bricks
 Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate
 God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate
 Trying to keep my head above water, nigga
 We pirates out here, nigga, just trying to stay afloat
 And I ride for my niggas
 Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches
 Panoramas, abortions, marijuana 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 fucking 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 nigga, nineteen, forty 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 fuck niggas
 Fuck what you heard, nigga
 I need to feel it
 I need to smell it
 I need to see it
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:23
Key
9
Tempo
142 BPM

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