Rick Ross - Buried in the streets lyrics

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Rick Ross - Buried in the streets lyrics

(Intro) Can you smoke? Never swim against the current And they say the tide is rising Uh, these n***as drownin' to d**h Where the lifeguards? We on the boat Let these pussies know they got a rope Or they want ya boy that threw a rope Ah! (Verse 1) Successful n***a, pants hangin' off my a** King of diamonds, boy you better go and pay yo tax Strong arm, robberies, but neva take advice Not the type of brother that'll read a book at night He a fool, ain't he? Holla "Where that tool at?" He-a move that, pocket full of food stamps n***as pray to see they seeds in the Ivy Leagues But all I see is young teens on a Rikers team n***as throw a molly tryna get the lottery I know she f**in' homie, shawty, don't you lie to me You gon' fall in and outta love a hundred times Look at me, get yo money like I'm gettin' mine Half these n***as jealous of that spot you in Exercise the same muscle you know got you in Caught him wit a block, my n***a had to plead a Ten Stay alive through my rhymes until we meet again (Verse 2) Reminiscing on railings on my own, still jaded Rest in peace a real n***a, we all real elated It done been a couple years and it's still raining Everyday the sun shine, I know you still reigning Suge got up on his shackles And that n***a fainted 2Pac triggerman, somewhere on his knees praying Now it's time for certain things to come to light David Kenneth testifies against Mr. Knight House cost 6, another 2 to paint it Prayin' one day all my haters maybe get acquainted No longer in the beef, now I'm on to Bison Evander Holyfield, swear I really want to write him To ask him how it feels, maybe vice-versa To know a n***a, bought his crib with a nice verse Hundred rooms all alone, still blowin' dro Black bottle, in my robe, do this for my WOES