Rick Ross - Buried In The Streets lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Can you smoke?

Never swim against the current

And they say the tide is rising

Uh, these niggas drownin' to death

Where the lifeguards? We on the boat

Let these pussies know they got a rope

Or they want yo boy, they threw a rope

Ah!

(Verse)

Successful nigga, pants hangin' off my ass

King of diamonds, boy you betta go and pay yo taxes

Strong arm, robberies, but neva take advice

Not the type of brother that'll read a book at night

He a fool, ain't it holly where the tool at?

He a-move that, pocket full of food stamps

Niggas wait and see they' seeds in the Ivy Leagues

But all I see is N-teens on the raggedeen

Niggas throw a molly tryna get the lottery

I know she fuckin' homie, shawty, does you ride at me?

You gon' fall in and outta luv 100 times

Look at me, get yo money like I get mine

Half these niggas yellin', say that spat you in

Exorcise the same voice that you know got you in

Huntin' fo' the block, my nigga had to plead a ten

Stayin' live through my rhymes until we meet again

(Verse 2)

Reminiscin' on rainies with my ole' skill Jadie

Rest in peace a real nigga, you all real lady

It done been a couple years and it's still raining

Everyday the sun shine, I know you still rainin'

Shood got a Bonnie, shackles and that nigga fading

2Pac trigger, man, somewhere on his knees praying

Now it's time fo' certain things to come to life

David Kenneth testifies against Mr. Knight

House call 6, neva too depainted

Pray one day, all my haters maybe get acquainted

No longer in the beef, now I want a bisic

Even the holy feel swell, I really want a writer

The ask 'em how he feels may be vice-versa

They know a nigga, get his crib, get a nice verse

100 rooms all alone, still blowin' dro

Blood bottle with my rogue, do this for my rogues