Rick Ross - The Great Americans lyrics
rate meRocky Fresh
And I'm from Chicago
Where young niggers die every few seconds
And we still just wanna be great American
I was born to be another number
So was number 1
I pray I never fumble
I used to wear the cheapest clothes
Now my posters in the reefer stores
I be posted like I’m 7’4
Till the day I'm knocking at my heaven's door
Just like club live when that confetti fall
I fell in love with the game
I let her see it just to tell her friends what she saw
200 mill how I get it
Damn I can't be far
I keep my sneakers low cut
Heat fitted G5 with the nose up
Self made Saint Regis with the toast up
Roomservice Belaire time to toast up
My attraction have African in them happy homes
Never seen a square nigger with a happy home
All the money generated double M the greatest
Rest in peace to every genius that never made it
Don't it sound like I'm dedicated?
Joe Flacco deal
Nigger with hot flows
Whole cheerleading squad all through my iPhone
All them hoes in my iPhone, yeah
Sneakers slow white niggers
Momma poor daddy poor
What's the antidote?
Wind through the window blew the candle out
No lights many cold nights
Hungry belly burning young and rice
Rent late on a plate just a blank space
Old girl lookin' at me with the blank face
Made it off a prayer and a saint's grace
AKs kept me in a safe space
Sucker free for the one three
Probably on tour for the 1-4
Sucker tried to give me life plus one more
But I gave it back and told them fuck y'all
In this day and time I got a 89
Miami state of mind
Cocaine, steak and wine
Understand I overcame
Made it through rain and open flames
My car be parked out front of Darby
My chick Barbie your bitch Darby
A G E I just A T E
Sippin' A C E over at A B E
Nice!
I don’t make friends
Like you could get with this and you could get with that
Cause this is where it’s at
Hearing broke niggers bout to play mediator
Give your…to yourself
You might need it later
Silence is gold and ducktape is silver
Professional shooters lean on the Matilda
