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Pirates (Prod. Kenoe)

I guess there ain't no nice way to

tell you niggas it's game over, huh?

Pray for meHallucination of money, while nigga's stomach just rumble

Had to fuck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles

Nigga living in rubble, within him labelled the rebel

Any nigga wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel

Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill

Stepping off the Sonoma with the black duffle bag filled

Got a cute bitch with me, Favor come on, for real

Got Meek Mill on the celly, that nigga worth a few mil

I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply

Witness real niggas fail, and watch you fuck niggas strive

Witness bitch niggas pale, Tripheart just got twenty-five

At this point in my life, I'm just trying to survive

Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time

R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine

Makaveli returns it's God forgives, and I don't

Resurrection of the real, time to get the richer than TrumpI'm rolling the dice, four, five, six

Young nigga, nineteen, four or five bricks

Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate

God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relateTrying to keep my head above water, nigga

We pirates out here, nigga, just trying to stay afloat

And I ride for my niggasFascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches

Panamera abortions, marijuana imported

Dreams of getting cream and never to be extorted

Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it

Product is in demand, profit not far behind

Got on my mother pearl, she fucking up father time

Babies be having babies, I'm talking 'bout how I grind

Niggas thinking its voodoo the way bricks be multiplying

Affiliated with wealth, associated with death

Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf

Straight Grim Reaper, Air Jordans walking the streets

Blackberry boss one call, ya put to sleepI'm rolling the dice, four, five, six

Young nigga, nineteen, forty five bricks

Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate

God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relateThe Lord is my light and my salvation

But I see none of you fuck niggas

Fuck what you heard, nigga

I need to feel it

I need to smell it

I need to see it

Songwriters

WILLIAM BELL, BOOKER T. JR. JONES, MAURICE JORDAN, WILLIAM LEONARD ROBERTSPublished by

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