Rick Ross - All Day lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Ugh Floating in my Phantom Life could be a fantasy, the thoughts that I could fathom Foes dying rapidly, the currency I handle Could cause a small catastrophe, can all you n***as handle? Simple as a sack of weed Had to drop 80 carats, rose gold masterpiece Order me a hundred pounds, burn them like a bag of leaves Motherf** an interview, got a full magazine And f** what you 'finna do, caught up in the guillotine n***as in my entourage, the crackers call it ??? Embraced by the Underworld, realest n***as f** with me n***a got his chain took, with his n***as in the club sh** done fizzled up, all my n***as game UP