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Blessing In Disguise (feat. Scarface & Z-Ro)

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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, still .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

Death to them niggas getting caught go and tell itEvery 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 thatCan't even believe this day here, my nigga

I remember us sitting in the parking lot talking about getting moneyCracks 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 dripping 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 boysEvery 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 thatI need that, I need that, I need that bad

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