Rick Ross - BLK & WHT lyrics

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Rick Ross - BLK & WHT lyrics

[Hook] A n***a black, but he selling white A n***a black, but he selling white Wanna gain it all, but you gon' lose your life A n***a black, but he selling white A n***a black, but he selling white n***a crib so big it's a damn shame n***a's selling white for a gold chain [Verse 1] I've been trained to go since a young n***a stepped off the porch Catch me in the kitchen, kilo, hey bring the fork I've been trying to hold it down with these n***as living so foul Grunting out on n***as intent of knocking ya down Bang - your window shattered like it never mattered You moving weight, your pockets getting fatter It's politics when it come to sticks See ma** of blood, n***a want a brick My money funny, but you gotta love it High heel thugging in Magic City, these b**hes f**ing Your homie doing tax since they call it fraud I'm in and out of traffic, still moving hard [Hook] A n***a black, but he selling white A n***a black, but he selling white 20 grand a night if you can get it right A n***a sitting in the Benz and it's white on white [Verse 2] Take a look at me, I'm trapping No excuses, I'm stacking, talking hundred on top of hundred Them 100 making the magic blow A hundred in a day, a hundred different ways Rich n***a, b**h, put a hundred in my grave Make my headstone read "head of MMG" That's another hundred mill, really, you can come and see Forbes dot com, I'm the Teflon Don Too close to a n***a as a motherf**ing bomb Trayvon Martin, I'm never missing my target b**h n***as hating, tell me it's what I'm parking Wingstop owner, lend me pepper aroma Young, black n***a, barely got a diploma [Hook] A n***a black, but he selling white A n***a black, but he selling white 20 grand a night if you can get it right A n***a sitting in the Phantom and it's white on white A n***a black, but he selling white A n***a black, but he selling white 20 grand a night if you can get it right A n***a sitting in the Benz and it's white on white [Verse 3] Showing 'til the day I die, I'mma look up at the sky Young trap star, reap, the world is mine Proceeding with my grind like police is on my line Instagramming sh** for all the teachers I despised Never saw my vision, you only saw me suspended Now my white b**hes be f**ing me 'til I'm windy Breathe, breathe, young n***a, breathe If your a** wasn't rapping, what would you be? [Hook]