Rick Ross, Meek Mill - Bogus Charms lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross, Meek Mill - Bogus Charms lyrics]
M'-M'-M' m'-M'-M'-Maybach Music
Broken memories you will find a way
Rule number one is you can never rat
Fucking with you suckers set a nigga back
Break 'em down to baby sacks of Similac
And the only things on tracks
I'm serving is the facts
Wanna pop the chain, kill you for your charm
Never mind your name, call you Uncle Tom
Shoot in front of bitches
Never made a difference
'Cause impressing all the pigeons
Was the biggest interest
Quick to get it popping
Nothing for your pockets
Crack melt like Baskin Robbins
Never break a promise
Cops rushing doors, niggas flushing dope
Who really tipping Crime Stoppers?
You would never know
Half my team illiterate
I know it sound pathetic
But we can each get a brick
That's on a line of credit
Lot of niggas died over fake pieces
And the day I go, I pray my son
He get to read this
Broken memories always fade
Live on and you will find a way
Things will be okay, don't be afraid
Live on and you will find a way
(Maybach Music)
Uh, I only remember nights
That was post traumatic
So I'm never actin' bougie like I
Was supposed to have it
Serving addicts, toting ladders
It was so dramatic
Putting friends before my family
My worsest habit 'Cause in my hood
It ain't no friends when you get the Benz
'Cause homie in the backseat
Wanna split your wig
Just to play the driver seat and
Say he hit a lick
And he gon' post it on the 'Gram like
"Don't forget the vid'"
Seen niggas tell on their own homies
Just to get to LIV
Miami on a Sunday just to commit them sins
And these the ones we supposed to ride for
Forget the kids
Throw your life away for a nigga
That wouldn't send your kids
Twenty dollars when you in your bid
This the way we live, the way we did
'Cause I'm in the chains
Fuck the way it is
The way it was, now the only way is up
I'm never into faking love
I'm only here to wake you up young nigga
Broken memories always fade
Live on and you will find a way
Things will be okay, don't be afraid
Live on and you will find a way
In a 911, came without a ceiling
Can't imagine all the pain
Your brother was concealing
When we order fully loaded
'cause it's so appealing
Sue you and then do you for a couple million
Started from the bottom, rip the carpet up
Parents great examples 'cause they
Never argue much
Air conditioner in the window
Watch the water drip
Premonitions of my death is what I wanna miss
Pretty pictures of my kids the
Only ones I kiss (Lord)
When you get a second chance, young brother
What a gift (Yes)
New obituaries everywhere I look
Praying every hour God keep me on His books
(Jesus) cemeteries, we pull up on
'em in foreign cars (Jesus)
Extended payments elated
Now met with open arms (Jesus)
Look at all these rappers
Wearing bogus charms (Lord)
When they barely pay for marijuana in cigars
Broken memories always fade
Live on and you will find a way
Things will be okay, don't be afraid
Live on and you will find a way
Broken memories you will find a way
Rule number one is you can never rat
Fucking with you suckers set a nigga back
Break 'em down to baby sacks of Similac
And the only things on tracks
I'm serving is the facts
Wanna pop the chain, kill you for your charm
Never mind your name, call you Uncle Tom
Shoot in front of bitches
Never made a difference
'Cause impressing all the pigeons
Was the biggest interest
Quick to get it popping
Nothing for your pockets
Crack melt like Baskin Robbins
Never break a promise
Cops rushing doors, niggas flushing dope
Who really tipping Crime Stoppers?
You would never know
Half my team illiterate
I know it sound pathetic
But we can each get a brick
That's on a line of credit
Lot of niggas died over fake pieces
And the day I go, I pray my son
He get to read this
Broken memories always fade
Live on and you will find a way
Things will be okay, don't be afraid
Live on and you will find a way
(Maybach Music)
Uh, I only remember nights
That was post traumatic
So I'm never actin' bougie like I
Was supposed to have it
Serving addicts, toting ladders
It was so dramatic
Putting friends before my family
My worsest habit 'Cause in my hood
It ain't no friends when you get the Benz
'Cause homie in the backseat
Wanna split your wig
Just to play the driver seat and
Say he hit a lick
And he gon' post it on the 'Gram like
"Don't forget the vid'"
Seen niggas tell on their own homies
Just to get to LIV
Miami on a Sunday just to commit them sins
And these the ones we supposed to ride for
Forget the kids
Throw your life away for a nigga
That wouldn't send your kids
Twenty dollars when you in your bid
This the way we live, the way we did
'Cause I'm in the chains
Fuck the way it is
The way it was, now the only way is up
I'm never into faking love
I'm only here to wake you up young nigga
Broken memories always fade
Live on and you will find a way
Things will be okay, don't be afraid
Live on and you will find a way
In a 911, came without a ceiling
Can't imagine all the pain
Your brother was concealing
When we order fully loaded
'cause it's so appealing
Sue you and then do you for a couple million
Started from the bottom, rip the carpet up
Parents great examples 'cause they
Never argue much
Air conditioner in the window
Watch the water drip
Premonitions of my death is what I wanna miss
Pretty pictures of my kids the
Only ones I kiss (Lord)
When you get a second chance, young brother
What a gift (Yes)
New obituaries everywhere I look
Praying every hour God keep me on His books
(Jesus) cemeteries, we pull up on
'em in foreign cars (Jesus)
Extended payments elated
Now met with open arms (Jesus)
Look at all these rappers
Wearing bogus charms (Lord)
When they barely pay for marijuana in cigars
Broken memories always fade
Live on and you will find a way
Things will be okay, don't be afraid
Live on and you will find a way