Rick Ross - I Swear To God lyrics

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Rick Ross - I Swear To God lyrics

[Intro:] Watch the real n***as celebrate All the real n***as selling weight Watch the real n***as celebrate [Hook:] I swear to God, that's on my kids Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live For every gangster ever died or did a bid Where I'm from, when n***as ride, they k** it quick Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business Five grand'll get you k**ed, what's a life sentence? Life sentence, huh! [Verse 1:] I'm paranoid cause I'm in the Porsche In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy I swear to God, this d! ck could change your life So grab your bags, it's time to catch a flight I levitate on all these p**y n***as I never hate on all these p**y n***as My tax bracket on some other sh** I could put you on that mothership [Hook:] I swear to God, that's on my kids Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live For every gangster ever died or did a bid Where I'm from, when n***as ride, they k** it quick Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business Five grand'll get you k**ed, what's a life sentence? Life sentence, huh! [Verse 2:] Start winning, n***as wanna whisper in the dark Spray the driver's side window when the Lincoln park I think these n***as out here reading lips Salty, we the only n***as eating chips Gotta separate from all these p**y n***as You could never hesitate and you's a p**y, n***a We started off dead broke Now I got forty million in a f**ing yoke I got four million in my boat All jokes aside, a few million in my ho Double M, know the G's, n***a On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, n***a [Hook:] I swear to God, that's on my kids Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live For every gangster ever died or did a bid Where I'm from, when n***as ride, they k** it quick Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business Five grand'll get you k**ed, what's a life sentence? Life sentence, huh! [Verse 3:] Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch All-black Ghost, all-black Glock Three new flows, that's off top All white squares, the city on lock I swear to God, I need a hundred m's Til the day I die, I plan to represent Hold your heads high, we had a nice run Let the bankers know we have just begun I broke the mold, my total a**ets Will get you a**holes left in the past tense I broke the mold in every aspect I'll get you a**holes left in the past tense [Hook:] I swear to God, that's on my kids Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live For every gangster ever died or did a bid Where I'm from, when n***as ride, they k** it quick Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business Five grand'll get you k**ed, what's a life sentence? Life sentence, huh!