Rick Ross - Career criminal lyrics

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Rick Ross - Career criminal lyrics

Dog check this out man I needa holla at you dog I don't mean to rain on your parade my n***a but Sit down dog No pot to piss in, no window to throw it out But I'm on my mission, it's a lot of drama now My draws are stained, mucus membranes done drained Ain't lookin' the same, steady tryin' to maintain So what's the focus, my thrid eye of the Devil open I'm really hoping he won't take me back to robbin' and yolkin I look at myself in the mirror, my pistol tuck Not giving a f**, only thing blessed with was bad luck I'm back on the corner, with a new lease on life I got a new pistol won't sleep for 'least four nights I don't f** with these pussies I'm squeezin' if they touch me or push me I'm up in some p**y up out there Muscling with Uzi's No n***a could see me, all the years being mistreated Or underfed, all the snacks under my mama bed It's hot as hell, no AC in the summertime It make you wanna die, somehow I just wanna ride So I start my quest Career criminal In the streets with the feinds Indictment and things of me fleeing the scene Career criminal I started with dope fiends Now I'm a O.G., these streets they know me Career criminal Gun sticks and knives Any altercations, yeah, yo a** gon die Career criminal Hitman for hire Just a few stacks, boom boom, retire I spend five for the nickle rock, turn that b**h into a dime Now a n***a get the drift, clientele grow with time Now a n***a shoppin now, look at what I'm coppin now Might sound funny, scoop her up just to knock her down f** catchin' the bus, bought a brand new Monte Carlo Got half in my pocket, bring the other half tomorrow Look at me shining b**h, rewards of grindin b**h Fruits of my labor, they walkin' while I'm drivin' b**h One nickle bag of 'erb and I'm on top of the world My balls and my word, that's all I got in this world I smoked a blunt with my homie before they found him slain I cried with his momma but told her that's part of the game I'm into trafficking, excuse me, travelling I pop the trunk, yo a** couldn't imagine it Career criminal, that's all I am Now I'm sellin' this, look at me, damn Career criminal In the streets with the feinds Indictment and things of me fleeing the scene Career criminal I started with dope fiends Now I'm a O.G., these streets they know me Career criminal Gun sticks and knives Any altercations, yeah, yo a** gon die Career criminal Hitman for hire Just a few stacks, boom boom, retire Now I'm on top of ki's, we world apart Travel across the seas, where girls menage Now I'm a young man, dick in my hand Dick Cheney'll help me get them bricks in his land I'm out in Vegas with b**hes and all the biggest players I'm holdin' paper, callin' shots, f** asking favors I see that, been at the top of the Trump This b**h in pumps, she squat swallow then she cums I sold that, kickin doors where ya hold at You doing something I couldn't, let's suppose that I'm well-known, where the hoes at Well-known wherever you blow your nose at Career criminal, reminiscing the visuals Individuals dealing the dope for the residuals Residing in luxury, guard gated communities God gave and granted me this immunity