Rick Ross - Foreclosures Lyrics

(Intro)
There's so many things that I don't understand
Sometimes, bein in the position
I am, with no malicious intent, my nigga, you can take it how you want it
I see it from both sides, I feel a nigga pain


(Verse)
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They puttin liens on a nigga's things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family fortune is forever what you stood on
Sold dreams, fantasies that put the hood on
You reap what you sow, and they speakin repossessions
To the culture itself, these are powerful lessons
These niggas always smiled when I came around
They let you know my reputation when you in my town
A real nigga, you gon know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one’s at
That paper it get funny when publishin is involved
Mechanicals never mattered cuz that was your dog
Now you hands-on, but things don’t ever seem right
You make a call to give your lawyer the green-light
He look into it then hit you up with the bad news
It’s so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes
Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules
Every dollar accounted for, double M the crew

(Hook)
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothin for our children
Had it all, now it’s repossessed
Can’t feed the clique cuttin bad checks
Time to learn boy, that cash rules
Success is a precious jewel

(Verse)
Plantin poison in a nigga mind
Chillin with your boys when it’s time to grind
We both come from those humble beginnings
Still can’t believe we never followed each other on Twitter
Funny thing is the animosity money brings
Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuck boys
One bullet, one target, one choice
You can take an L or take the shell
It's still double M still makin mills
Made niggas respect my hustle on both coasts
I put the word out to see who hit back with the lowest
I need a hit handled, put me in touch with the closest
You still diggin throw ashtrays killin the roaches
And I never took an L back when Meek fell
Just drove the numbers all the way back up at retail

(Hook)

(Verse)
Can’t be writin checks with your eyes closed
While you livin out of homes in different time zones
Mind blown fina strip you out your rhinestones
Pistol to your ear, this that level I’m on
I apologize woadie but this all I got
Everybody in this office we could die tonight
I never met an artist who fully recouped
These the deals the deal dealers wan deal to you
Young niggas, time to act your age
Buyin belts you seen on other niggas waists
Hoes fuckin for follows, they wanna post online
Whole time, shorty knowing I’m the gold mine
Put it on all he needed was a cosign
Black minks and gloves, nigga, the whole nine
TV on the Rolls, shit, I had to hold mine
You’ll foreclose or fold just for soul signs

(Hook)

(Outro)
Success is a precious jewel
 

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