Rick Ross
Текст песни Pirates

[Intro]
I guess there ain't no nice way
To tell you ni*gas it's game over, huh?
Pray for me

[Verse 1]
Hallucination of money, while ni*ga's stomach just rumble
Had to f*ck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles
Ni*ga living in rubble, within him labelled the rebel
Any ni*ga 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*tch with me; favor Kimora, for real
Got Meek Mill on the celly, that ni*ga worth a few mil

I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply
Witness real ni*gas fail, and watch you f*ck ni*gas strive
Witness b*tch ni*gas pale, Jamar 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

[Hook]
I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six
Young ni*ga, nineteen, four or five bricks
Praying on you ni*gas, sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate

[Bridge]
Trying to keep my head above water, ni*ga
We pirates out here, ni*ga, just trying to stay afloat
And I ride for my ni*gas

[Verse 2]
Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches
Panamera 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 f*cking up father time
Babies be having babies, I'm talking 'bout how I grind
Ni*gas thinking its 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

[Hook]
I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six
Young ni*ga, nineteen, forty five bricks
Praying on you ni*gas, sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate

[Outro]
The Lord is my light and my salvation
But I see none of you f*ck ni*gas
F*ck what you heard, ni*ga
I need to feel it
I need to smell it
I need to see it