Webbie - A Miracle lyrics

Rick ross: Trilla Birdman: brrrr! Webbie: the lil soldier wit nothin clear to see wasn't nobody handin him sh** Ridin round town glamour and glistenin Ya don't won't my position, I'm spittin facts Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back Be black gon back, I got pistols on deck They gave cuz seven flat, how many n***as gon rat Check my tats, ya neva heard of dis ya suppose to man It had to fair, now I meet da family and dem, it packed at Madison Square I had career, I supposed to be right back there with dem I owed it to him, I know it I show it Don't wanna blow it or pour it For da streets, give me a beat ima roll it Show it wit dem leavin magic But I knew I had it in savage It got crucial I aint panic, when yall want it, I ran it I remember when my granny said anything was to happen From slangin, hustlin, to trappin Laugin, prayin jackin I'm blowin on granddaddy and all my kids happy its a miracle Chorus:(2x) it seem like I'm dreamin, ah somebody pinch me Am I supposed be in da spot dat I'm in, is dis really real All dese years, am I really here Have I really live what they call a miracle Birdman: how u shoot clips, put it in the air Mean mug dem n***as and have no fear Play the game wit dem stripes, put it in his life Ten on da mic, n***a do it da same night Its a miracle, da way I bend dem corners on dem Get up early on dem, get dis money on dem A miracle, a lot I bought on, crib I paid on, thangs I got on A miracle, fresh crush to diamond ice, place in one price, did it for one night A miracle, I don't lived da high life Shined in high lights, did it with gun fights A miracle, n***a it was hell we came in Money didn't come in, hell we went in A miracle, no time lyin homie Time for crime homie, time for dyin homie Chorus(2x) Rick Ross: its truly a miracle, dat boy still a live Cuz I was sellin bo in '95 Ridin wit my boys deallin dope gettin high Crackers tryin to give me time, and we aint talkin 5 n***az talk fly so dat pistol by my side My baby mama f**in, all my homies on da sly I see all through da corner of n***a eyes So I keep my shades on, and my face up at da sky Pistons get da power, snitchin is for cowards I got plasmas in da shower, and my b**hes snortin powder I'm a g, my life a movie, I got rubber uzzi's in my jacuzzi They think I'm biggie, I'm bumpin juicey wit several grouppies I got beamers and business, b**h they all on duces I got da pruduct, and when ya drop it, it neva loses Da prey get prayed on, k**ers get prayed for It dis a dream, I pray I neva wake up Chorus(2x)