Pirates - Rick Ross

I guess there ain’t no nice way

To tell you ni*gas it’s game over, huh?

Pray for me

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

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

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

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

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

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