Текст песни Rick Ross - Neighborhood Drug Dealer

Please hold while I locate your information.Your checking account available balance is $92,153,183.28.This reflects the most current information available on your account This on everything I loveI done came too far to look backLord protect my soul, you heard me?Check Mighty Muhammad, son of OsamaSon of a bitch, one time for my mommaTats on my back, tats on my faceBitch I'm a don, can you relate?It's never too late, my niggas, relateNever would say, my niggas is saintsKnow I'm a sinner, God give me my sentenceLabelled a hustler, look at my BenzOne time for Black, nigga, one time for Nut, niggaOne time for Gucci, nigga, one time for Cano, niggaOne time for Bizzle, nigga, these my realest niggasOne time for Trav, nigga, and all them dope dealers Murder, a mothafuckin' murderNo you didn't see it but I know you bitches heard itBlood on the corner, damn I miss my dawgI'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he ballin' Is this a drug dealers dream?'Cause all I ever see is niggas dyin' from diseaseMansion on the water, home in the hillsLet the Fed tell it, it really isn't hisPhotograph our endeavors, plottin' potential set-upsSee me as a promotion, tax charges, etceteraConfiscated the whips, concentratin' on flipsContemplatin' the trip, congregatin' for bricksLord knows I'm a sinner, it was cold in the winter

Eatin' out of the trash, shit would make you a killerLord forgive these bitches, gettin' their money strippin'Chasin' this fast money, next time we'll do it differentShoutout to KOD, shoutout to Onyx niggaShoutout to MMG, cause we the hottest Murder, a mothafuckin' murderNo you didn't see it but I know you bitches heard itBlood on the corner, damn I miss my dawgI'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he ballin' Aggravated with hoes, distracted all of my foesNiggas want to be friends, we just takin' controlNigga vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearanceBarely fit in a Lambo but did it for the appearanceI seen a rich nigga go to jailHe put Wi Fi in his cellMiddle of the night, my nigga wanna SkypeI just count money for him, that shit just get him hypeThey say it's hard to smile with a double lifeIn the middle of the night with a bloody knifeLord give him a chance, every man should be freeHe wanted him a degree but got him a kiOpen that door, just hopin' for moreThey gave him a bond, I gave him a PorscheI gave him a name, I gave him a shotI gave him the game, I gave him a blockSmokin' on that gas, I be thinkin' too fastDrug dealer's dream, now let's count this cashDope boy tatted on my neckA real dope boy, I never write a check Murder, a mothafuckin' murderNo you didn't see it but I know you bitches heard itBlood on the corner, damn I miss my dawgI'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he ballin'
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