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 [Verse 1 scarface] 
I live just enough for the city so I get by 
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my 
Life for a dollar, homie? nah, I don't think so 
Greed breeds jealousy, nigga, out here when getting fo's 
Catch a nigga slipping, put a bullet in his temple 
Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple my kinfolk 
Call it what I'm living like the high life 
Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind right 
I tell you I got 20/20 hindsight 
See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes tight 
My mind like, game recognize that 
Real recognize real, steel .45 strapped 
Underneath the white tee, zimmerman get shot down 
Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, call the cops now 
Fuck the police, stop running 
White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunning 
Down the innocent, and then the beginning ends 
You was doing 50 in the 35, the ending is 
You fit the description of the subject in this incident 
We gon' have to take you downtown for some questionin' 
Damn, a blessin in disguise if you ask me 
I was just about to hit the highway with my last key 
Could it be that maybe god is intervenes 
With my life like he did so many times in between 
A half a block away from the crime scene 
A minute earlier and that was me, think 
I've been knowing ross since he was teflon 
Same nigga now it was back then, nothing stepped on 
Dopeman, dopeman yelling 
Cook it 'til it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it 
Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it 
Kept to them niggas getting caught go and tell it 
[Hook z-ro] 
Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me 
But y'all don't know a damn thing about me 
Just what you see, that's what you judge me on 
Every time I turn around the guilty be pointing fingers at me 
Homie, I'm just trying to be all I can be 
But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll 
I need that 
[Interlude rick ross] 
Can't even believe this day here, my nigga 
I remember us sitting in the parking lot talking about getting money 
[Verse 2 rick ross] 
Cracks in the wall, standing in the puddle 
Sunny south florida, a cold motherfucker 
Ready for a war, barely wanna talk 
Ballys on, my nigga, as they walking back and forth 
Makes you wanna hustle, take care of my brothers 
Raymond passed away, here's something for his mother 
It never is enough, trying to show her that I love him 
We were fishing buddies, breed the dog, split the puppies 
Pictures on the wall, bitches we done raw 
Niggas getting robbed, the only shit that we can solve 
We all wanna get it, ball for a minute 
Accept collect calls, tell our dawgs that we did it 
Plenty money orders, that what uncle kenny taught us 
Keep your face clean when you're out here bending corners 
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times 
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side 
Artificial homies, worse than the ages 
When you parking all your cars, they wanna know the payments 
Rose petals stripping on the casket 
Baby boy done grew into a bastard 
On that lean, you know I fuck her fantastic 
Work white as rita ora in that plastic 
Took shots, shed tears, that's war 
Bust bottles on yachts, stand tall 
Catch a case, don't talk, that's raw 
Scarface, rick ross big boys 
Big boys, scarface, rozay, we big boys 
[Hook] 
[Outro z-ro] 
I need that 
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