Rick Ross - Amazing lyrics

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Rick Ross - Amazing lyrics

[Intro] Regardless of how it goes down, life goes on, am I right? Am I right? Am I right? Just the way I've conditioned my mindset For me to stand up position well, I can survive [Verse 1] Living a life of crime is nothing you should glamorize Must see your mother smile you had to fantasize But now it's jellyfishing all the fish tanks So rich, think what's on a n***a wrist fake Ain't Jewish, thank j**elers for Frank Muellers Camp rails, Mac 11s they ain't schoolers Taught us to think foolish, degrade women Call all the b**hes hoes, still amaze with them Gone educated, codeine medicated Every night we celebrated cause we elevated I am Mikey Tyson, Robin Givans in a win She knocking at the door, don't let that devil in Ordered the room service, caviar and cannabis She ordered the nose candy with the candles lit Am laid back, status of a CoLeon Screaming made back with my yellow Roleon [Chorus] All my watches designer, all my women designer Simple gets them the Gaza, I pray you all pray for survival Smiling in your face, Mac 11 on his waist Make or break your day better, say your amazing grace Now yuh beefing with motherf**ers you never heard of Is just another hurdle, they wanna see you murdered Or back to flippin' burgers, better bust your burners Say my amazing grace, before they reach they verdict [Verse 2] Hey hells kitchen burning me a bell pepper Minus the lady, P.I 80 cuz it smells better Say my amazing grace, she says she's just a phase My lessons is to stay, am not in this for fame Minus the hoe sh**, the most 'emo-sh**' Versace, Neils, 60 mils selling blow sh** Coudn't make a layer, labelled the brick layer Pull up at the park in the six player Six speed all the fares they can follow Am at the Delano, where my model Melado Turn the strip club into an arcade For a coin you could play dem bras, broad day Get them junkies blowing before I master the junky code Chip is funny till I started bringing money home Still think it's a game, am at your high score Call it a rap beef, b**h am down to die for [Chorus] [x2] [Outro] All my watches designer, all my women designer They wanna see you murdered, better bust your burner That's all I know, got a feeling 100 million up, that's the realest (Made back music)