Rick Ross - Black Opium (feat. DJ Premier) lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross - Black Opium feat. DJ Premier lyrics]
Can I get a rozay (rozay)
Can I get a rozay (rozay)
Let me get a huh (huh)
Let me get a huh (huh) huh
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind trying to elevate
I'ma stand as a man never above ya
Shooters in a crowd, 50 carats
They givin' dab
My livestyle get busy, you niggas really rare
Put my bitches on, get money
Stay out the trap fuck 'em long
Smoke a bong maybe go get a tat no illusion
Quarter millie for this whip I'm cruzin'
Caught a deal
Hop a plane with Hov and I kept it movin'
Mob ties, Santeria
Protect me from these shooters
Nice suit's, so religious
These muthafuckers ruthless
Blonde broads, Cuban cigars
Shit I get the true
Lucky suit, VIP, Double M, TI truth
Cap guns, stab wounds
They think we having fun
Doing shows, fucking hoes
Gunplay's still on the run
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind trying to elevate
I'ma stand as a man never above ya
Some niggas choke, Some niggas don't
That, da-that, da-that, that
The last ganstas
Pissing in portable potties out
At the public school late to class
Walk the halls then wanna run with tools
Say your name, what's your gang
My people wrote the rule
4th of July, light up the sky
Step on my shoes
All I do is feed niggas and they call it food
That's my fool
I assume you know he in the room
You hear the boom
Soul floating like a balloon fatal wound
If war niggas yell "I played the rules"
A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consume
Still fill the room, King of Diamond
Go get the broom
Dreamchasers you fuck with Meek
You gotta fuck with Coon
Them my poon, they DC, carve it in my tomb
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya
I only take time out for all my bad bitches
Ex-bitches, my last bitch was
Far from average
Fast whips, G wagon that's horse and carriage
Marriage is not for me I'm rich and careless
Ex-ex relax your under my mattress
40 blocks of white, that Marshall Mathers
8 mile, a while my shit was stagnant
Seven fifties do '8' figures
Young nigga at it
Ho wow, ho now, they think it's magic
I bring the best out your bitch
She livin' lavish
Mink drapes, Prince cape and on my talon
The parallel, twist one for Khaled
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'ma stand as a man never above ya
I, I, I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
The la, the la, the last gangstas
I do this, I do this for us
I do this for, for us (Maybach music)
Can I get a rozay (rozay)
Let me get a huh (huh)
Let me get a huh (huh) huh
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind trying to elevate
I'ma stand as a man never above ya
Shooters in a crowd, 50 carats
They givin' dab
My livestyle get busy, you niggas really rare
Put my bitches on, get money
Stay out the trap fuck 'em long
Smoke a bong maybe go get a tat no illusion
Quarter millie for this whip I'm cruzin'
Caught a deal
Hop a plane with Hov and I kept it movin'
Mob ties, Santeria
Protect me from these shooters
Nice suit's, so religious
These muthafuckers ruthless
Blonde broads, Cuban cigars
Shit I get the true
Lucky suit, VIP, Double M, TI truth
Cap guns, stab wounds
They think we having fun
Doing shows, fucking hoes
Gunplay's still on the run
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind trying to elevate
I'ma stand as a man never above ya
Some niggas choke, Some niggas don't
That, da-that, da-that, that
The last ganstas
Pissing in portable potties out
At the public school late to class
Walk the halls then wanna run with tools
Say your name, what's your gang
My people wrote the rule
4th of July, light up the sky
Step on my shoes
All I do is feed niggas and they call it food
That's my fool
I assume you know he in the room
You hear the boom
Soul floating like a balloon fatal wound
If war niggas yell "I played the rules"
A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consume
Still fill the room, King of Diamond
Go get the broom
Dreamchasers you fuck with Meek
You gotta fuck with Coon
Them my poon, they DC, carve it in my tomb
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya
I only take time out for all my bad bitches
Ex-bitches, my last bitch was
Far from average
Fast whips, G wagon that's horse and carriage
Marriage is not for me I'm rich and careless
Ex-ex relax your under my mattress
40 blocks of white, that Marshall Mathers
8 mile, a while my shit was stagnant
Seven fifties do '8' figures
Young nigga at it
Ho wow, ho now, they think it's magic
I bring the best out your bitch
She livin' lavish
Mink drapes, Prince cape and on my talon
The parallel, twist one for Khaled
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'ma stand as a man never above ya
I, I, I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
The la, the la, the last gangstas
I do this, I do this for us
I do this for, for us (Maybach music)