Rick Ross - Life Long lyrics

[Intro] So self-made Shout-out my Crenshaw n***as Them down-south n***as Yeah… [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I pray I never die a broke n***a Terrell Owens, owing all the dope dealers Sometimes I glorify the finer things Because I didn't see them minor things At the games, I'm known by the refs Restaurants, I'm even greeted by the chefs Hangin' with the Jews, you'll get to meet owners Bangin' with them tools, you'll get to see a bonus All I wanted was a chance to celebrate We in the belly of the beast Collect calls from Gunplay I pray one day I get to see some peace But I'mma ride until the wheels won't Anything Double-M I will k** for Shots fired – blocka, blocka, now case closed Mexican numbers, talkin' them pesos [Hook] Yeah - so many say I'm livin' life wrong Yeah – I work hard and I fight strong Young n***a, I'm just tryna live my life long A young n***a, I'm just tryna live my life long Work all night, party all night Count money all night, then I smoke all night A young n***a, I'm just tryna live my life long A young n***a, I'm just tryna live my life long [Verse 2: Rockie Fresh] Five in the morning, I already made five stacks Them Satchel Paige diamonds, yeah, them b**hes pitch black Tried to put your city on your back and that sh** cracked Consider me a Caterpillar crane, gift-wrapped About to take the load off, lifestyle so boss I could pay your costs, all my old hoes lost Blowin' weed while she blowin' me, you getting' blown off And I set the bar high, hopin' you can pole-vault I am not a rapper, just a real n***a Who accidentally be rhymin' when speakin' on how I feel Shout-out to everybody that's f**in' with me for real I got that fire flow and these b**hes they know the drill My style is all natural, bars is all factual On the verse I'mma tax you, I spin like I'm on an axle Survivin' even though I'm sick, Magic Johnson money sh** Laughin' to the bank, but I ain't with that funny sh** [Hook] [Verse 3: Nipsey Hu$$le] I plan to live my life a rich n***a That's known to always keep a clip with him Talkin' on the Bluetooth in the 6, n***a Lookin' like a Westside Crip, n***a I threw the blunt ‘cause she ain't wrap it right She ain't attracted to the pa**ive type She told you “no” ‘cause you ain't ask her right I'm getting' head at the traffic light Smoke a zone of kush, thats an average night Money way taller than the average height f** tryna live an average life Being broke'll make a n***a snap like a plastic knife Pressure – Mac-11 on the dresser All I know is I'm gon' get this sh** together Pressure – I know you heard the expression Desperate times call for desperate measures [Hook] [Outro]