Rick Ross - Foreclosures lyrics

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Rick Ross - Foreclosures lyrics

[Intro] There's so many things that I don't understand. Sometimes, being in the position I am, with no malicious intent, my n***a, you can take it how you want it. I see it from both sides, I feel a n***a pain [Verse 1] Learn to walk a tightrope Ever seen a rich n***a go broke? They putting liens on a n***a's things Publicize your demise, and by all means Your family fortune is forever what you stood on Sold dreams, fantasies that put the hood on You reap what you sow, and they speaking repossessions To the culture itself, these are powerful lessons These n***as always smiled when I came around They let you know my reputation when you in my town A real n***a, you gonna know that by the contract Bottom line blood, show me where them one’s at That paper it get funny when publishing is involved Mechanicals never mattered because that was your dog Now you hands-on, but things don’t ever seem right You make a call to give your lawyer the green-light He look into it then hit you up with the bad news It’s so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules Every dollar accounted for, double M the crew [Hook] d**h Row, fast life Foreclosed on my past life The white man call us stupid n***as We spend it all, nothing for our children Had it all, now it’s repossessed Can’t feed the clique cutting bad checks Time to learn boy, that cash rules Success is a precious j**el [Verse 2] Planting poison in a n***a mind Chilling with your boys when it’s time to grind We both come from those humble beginnings Still can’t believe we never followed each other on Twitter Funny thing is the animosity money brings Real n***as out of style we may be one in three Back against the wall outnumbered by f**boys One bullet, one target, one choice You can take an L or take the shell It's still double M still making mills Made n***as respect my hustle on both coasts I put the word out to see who hit back with the lowest I need a hit handled, put me in touch with the closest You still digging through ashtrays k**ing the roaches And I never took an L back when Meek fell Just drove the numbers all the way back up at retail [Hook] d**h Row, fast life Foreclosed on my past life The white man call us stupid n***as We spend it all, nothing for our children Had it all, now it’s repossessed Can’t feed the clique cutting bad checks Time to learn boy, that cash rules Success is a precious j**el [Verse 3] Can’t be writing checks with your eyes closed While you living out of homes in different time zones Mind blown finna strip you out your rhinestones Pistol to your ear, this that level I’m on I apologize woadie but this all I got Everybody in this office we could die tonight I never met an artist who fully recouped These the deals the deal dealers wanna deal to you Young n***as, time to act your wage Buying belts you seen on other n***as waists Hoes f**ing for follows, they wanna post online Whole time, shorty knowing I’m the gold mine Put it on all he needed was a co sign Black minks and gloves, n***a, the whole nine TV on the Rolls, sh**, I had to hold mine You’ll foreclose or fold just for soul signs [Hook] d**h Row, fast life Foreclosed on my past life The white man call us stupid n***as We spend it all, nothing for our children Had it all, now it’s repossessed Can’t feed the clique cutting bad checks Time to learn boy, that cash rules Success is a precious j**el [Outro] Success is a precious j**el Success is a precious j**el