Rick Ross - Black Opium lyrics

[Intro: The Crowd & Rick Ross] Can I get a rozay (rozay) Can I get a rozay (rozay) Let me get a huh (huh) Let me get a huh (huh) Huh [Chorus: Spliff Star and Baby Sham] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna' elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Shooters in crowd with 50 carats, they giving dap My livestyle get busy, you n***as really rap Put my b**hes on, get money, stay out the trap f** 'em long, smoke a bong maybe go get a tat No illusion, quarter millie for this whip I’m cruzin Caught a deal up a plane with Hov and I kept it movin Mob ties, (Send a re-up?), protect me from these shooters Nice suits, so religious, these muthaf**ers ruthless Blond broads, Cuban cigars, sh** I get the true (Lovely suit?), VIP, double M.C are truth Cap guns, Stab wounds, they think we’re having fun Doing shows, f**ing hoes, Gunplay’s still on the run [Chorus: Spliff Star and Baby Sham] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya [Rick Ross:] Some n***as choke, Some n***as don't [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pissin in portable potties out at the public school Late to cla**, walk the halls then wanna run with tools Say your name, what’s your gang, my people wrote the rule 4th of July, light up the sky, step on my shoes All I do is feed eat?, n***as and they call it food That’s my fool?, I a**ume you know he’s in the room You hear the boom *Gun Pop*, soul floating like a balloon Fatal wound, if war n***as yell “I played the rules” A lot of goons, c**aine b**hes consume Still fill the room; King of Diamond, go get the broom Dreamchasers you f** with Meek, you gotta f** with Combs They’re my Poon? They’re DC, carve it in my tomb [Chorus: Spliff Star and Baby Sham] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya I'mma stand as a man never above ya [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I only take time out for all my bad b**hes Ex-b**hes, my last b**h was far from average Fast whips, G wagon that’s horse and carriage Marriage is not for me I’m rich and careless Ex-ex relax under my mattres 40 blocks of white, that Marshall Mathers 8 mile, a while my sh** was stagnant Seven fifties do ‘8’ figures, young n***a at it Ho wow, ho now, they think it’s magic I bring the best out your b**h, she livin lavish Mink drapes, prince cape is on my (?), the parallel twig (twin?) of a Caroling (Carolingian) [Chorus: Spliff Star and Baby Sham] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya I do this for us I, I, I do this for us