Rick Ross - Thank You lyrics

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Rick Ross - Thank You lyrics

[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh] I used to stay up late and debate Now I'm up late counting this cake This sh** a feeling but I'm tripping cause I ain't really happy as I'm supposed to be It's getting hard cause I been losing people close to me I'm just the young hustler, I'm learning how to cope early And I can see a d**h trap even if it's perdy A lot of b**hes be dirty so they just don't deserve me Watch her hind move because I'm seeing that this life can murk me I watched Biggie, I watched Pac, I watched Pimp C And you get driven the sipping when you get in deep Out here living for these n***as, it's so f**ing silly Hating when you sitting in front of God like you, DJ Envy I had Breakfast Club meetings with my brother Rickie And if you think he tried to change me, you f**ing crazy If an album went wrong, I did it on my own Many people thought Rockie was a stepping stone Lot of parts in my life, I had to roll a dice But I learnt from my mistakes, I woulda did it twice Now them diamonds in my bezel shining like the city lights The 36 flow is just a n***a city view And Balmain and bape on me, this ain't nothing new But I ain't trippin' cause it don't make me better than you Yeah, I'm blessed with p**y n***as, I got 'em reviewed My 100s Blue Devil on me like I play for Duke "I never had a chance", that's just an excuse Got my dreams, hit the stars, I'm turning them loose So funny, had these f**boys switched on me They like "Damn, lil' Rockie got rich, homie" Now I'm smoked out with these two chicks on me He like pears so I pa**ed it to the big homie Talking 'bout money, we don't play about it Talking 'bout some drama, I can stay without it But you know it all comes with the fame They say you only get remembered when you got a name 7 others died with Aaliyah on the plane I don't know nobody else, should them n***as feel the shame Said I had a fear of flying, if I can't save hip-hop Can I least save a young n***a from dying? Save a mother from crying 'less it's tears of joy Tell a father he's supposed to be there for his girl and his boy Staying on a hustle with all of the right reasons To give the right gifts on holiday season [Verse 2: Rick Ross] [?] come for free if you wanna know But homies know I'm on the low, f**ing and busting a hoe In the ghetto when I [?] dreams If I'm given any chance, I'mma shoot a three From the bleachers, know my daddy rooting up in Heaven n***as jealous, they can't imagine how much you stressing Homie looking at me [?] stepping out of cars Model chick, she from New York, you should look at her Stepping in a n***a way that's donkey of the day Down to do a n***a dirty, put him in his place And regardless of my ways, I would tend to pray Ask them n***as that you praise, do they have a faith? Air Condition for n***as who's under one condition Hurt home, your mother gone but she a Christian Sort of a football star, his father never visited But who am I? Another rapper holding on his pistol Signing off, yes, it's fat boy, Ricky Rizzle Signing off, yes, it's fat boy, Ricky Rizzle