Bizzle - Rick Ross lyrics
[Bizzle - Rick Ross lyrics]
I tried to give them real
But all they want is faking (Faking)
I try my best to get to give 'em Christ
But all they want is Satan
As long as it ain't too blatant (Uh)
We claim to hate it till it's
Painted by somebody famous
It's okay if you promote His ways but
Don't say what His name is (Shhh)
Say "no" to crack
But sniff cocaine as if it ain't as dangerous
We don't smoke it
We just snort it in the form of entertainment
(Uh) it's like if I promote the hatred
They gon' say it's banging (Banging)
But, if I go against it out of love
They say I'm hatin'
And, real talk, I understand
Why they be fakin', though
If we support it, why should they abort it
When it pays the most? (Uh)
After all, ain't nobody forcing you to buy it
They just spin it twenty times a day
Forcing you to try it (Try this)
Uh, so, tell me, what's a brother to do (Do)
When being real doesn't appeal to
The brother in you? (Uh)
When you get paid to lie you
You hate the guy that comes with the truth
So maybe I'd be like that Dr
Sebi guy when it's through (Pow)
I'd hate to die
Though I'd be like my Savior Christ if I do
(yeah) 'Cause if I paid the price
Just know I gave my life up for you (Uh)
I'd probably be forgotten by those that
They rode to the end
And end up with a catchy
Hashtag that don't even trend i'm saying
I'd fiend to floss
With dreams of bosses since a little child
Who knew I'd meet the Boss beneath
The cross and flip the dial? (Style)
One day, he'd made me see his babies
Like they were my own (Own)
I couldn't deliver them dope
Anymore, but forgive me, i didn't know
(Oh, no, no) couldn't let it ride
I was seeing genocide when I
Looked out my window (Oh, no, no)
I would never lie, when I pen a line
I get it in every time I go (Go, go, go)
This God Over Money, brother
We another pedigree (yeah)
If half of they raps couldn't be about crack
Bet you they'd never eat (Huh)
When are we finna raise the bar?
For the block like an H&R
Better watch who you make a star
You find out how fake they are
Or do we even care at all? (Care at all)
At least he gettin' money, dawg
They told me sell this dope, boy
Sell this dope
If you push it, they'll believe you
Believe you
Plus if you don't, somebody else will
Besides
You can make a million off your people
I could've been Rick Ross by now, uh
Freeway Ricky
I could've been Rick Ross by now, huh
Freeway Ricky, Ricky
But all they want is faking (Faking)
I try my best to get to give 'em Christ
But all they want is Satan
As long as it ain't too blatant (Uh)
We claim to hate it till it's
Painted by somebody famous
It's okay if you promote His ways but
Don't say what His name is (Shhh)
Say "no" to crack
But sniff cocaine as if it ain't as dangerous
We don't smoke it
We just snort it in the form of entertainment
(Uh) it's like if I promote the hatred
They gon' say it's banging (Banging)
But, if I go against it out of love
They say I'm hatin'
And, real talk, I understand
Why they be fakin', though
If we support it, why should they abort it
When it pays the most? (Uh)
After all, ain't nobody forcing you to buy it
They just spin it twenty times a day
Forcing you to try it (Try this)
Uh, so, tell me, what's a brother to do (Do)
When being real doesn't appeal to
The brother in you? (Uh)
When you get paid to lie you
You hate the guy that comes with the truth
So maybe I'd be like that Dr
Sebi guy when it's through (Pow)
I'd hate to die
Though I'd be like my Savior Christ if I do
(yeah) 'Cause if I paid the price
Just know I gave my life up for you (Uh)
I'd probably be forgotten by those that
They rode to the end
And end up with a catchy
Hashtag that don't even trend i'm saying
I'd fiend to floss
With dreams of bosses since a little child
Who knew I'd meet the Boss beneath
The cross and flip the dial? (Style)
One day, he'd made me see his babies
Like they were my own (Own)
I couldn't deliver them dope
Anymore, but forgive me, i didn't know
(Oh, no, no) couldn't let it ride
I was seeing genocide when I
Looked out my window (Oh, no, no)
I would never lie, when I pen a line
I get it in every time I go (Go, go, go)
This God Over Money, brother
We another pedigree (yeah)
If half of they raps couldn't be about crack
Bet you they'd never eat (Huh)
When are we finna raise the bar?
For the block like an H&R
Better watch who you make a star
You find out how fake they are
Or do we even care at all? (Care at all)
At least he gettin' money, dawg
They told me sell this dope, boy
Sell this dope
If you push it, they'll believe you
Believe you
Plus if you don't, somebody else will
Besides
You can make a million off your people
I could've been Rick Ross by now, uh
Freeway Ricky
I could've been Rick Ross by now, huh
Freeway Ricky, Ricky