Black Metaphor - Black Opium lyrics

[Intro: The Crowd & Rick Ross] Can I get a rozay (rozay) Can I get a rozay (rozay) Let me get a huh (huh) Let me get a huh (huh) Huh [Hook: Spliff Star and Baby Sham] I do this for us Stuck on the grind trying to elevate I'ma stand as a man never above ya [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Shooters in a crowd, 50 carats, they givin' dab My livestyle get busy, you n***as really rare Put my b**hes on, get money, stay out the trap f** 'em long, smoke a bong maybe go get a tat No illusion, quarter millie for this whip I'm cruzin' Caught a deal, hop a plane with Hov and I kept it movin' Mob ties, Santeria, protect me from these shooters Nice suits, so religious, these muthaf**ers ruthless Blonde broads, Cuban cigars, sh** I get the true Lucky suit, VIP, Double M, T.I. truth Cap guns, stab wounds, they think we having fun Doing shows, f**ing hoes, Gunplay's still on the run [Hook: Spliff Star and Baby Sham] I do this for us Stuck on the grind trying to elevate I'ma stand as a man never above ya [Rick Ross:] Some n***as choke, Some n***as don't That, da-that, da-that, that, the last ganstas [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pissing in portable potties out at the public school Late to cla**, walk the halls then wanna run with tools Say your name, what's your gang, my people wrote the rule 4th of July, light up the sky, step on my shoes All I do is feed n***as and they call it food That's my fool, I a**ume you know he in the room You hear the boom, soul floating like a balloon Fatal wound, if war n***as yell "I played the rules" A lot of goons, c**aine b**hes consume Still fill the room, King of Diamond, go get the broom Dreamchasers you f** with Meek, you gotta f** with Coon Them my poon, they DC, carve it in my tomb [Hook: Spliff Star and Baby Sham] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I only take time out for all my bad b**hes Ex-b**hes, my last b**h was far from average Fast whips, G wagon that's horse and carriage Marriage is not for me I'm rich and careless Ex-ex relax your under my mattress 40 blocks of white, that Marshall Mathers 8 mile, a while my sh** was stagnant Seven fifties do '8' figures, young n***a at it Ho wow, ho now, they think it's magic I bring the best out your b**h, she livin' lavish Mink drapes, Prince cape and on my talon The parallel, twist one for Khaled [Hook: Spliff Star and Baby Sham] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'ma stand as a man never above ya I, I, I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate The la, the la, the last gangstas I do this, I do this for us I do this for, for us (Maybach music)