Rick Ross - Go To Hell (feat. Meek Mill, Cool, Dre, Beam) lyrics

These are the things I can do without
Come on I'm talking to you, come on
Dope boy excellence they gave you life
Elevation uh (Cool & Dre)
And in return, you gave them

Big blunts, dope boys wanna smoke with me
(Uh)
Now we ride double M's through the whole city
(Huh)
Niggas talkin' down, but they hoes feel me
A nine figure nigga
All I wanna talk is business (Facts)

I seen a big mouth get a closed casket
Self made, took over the whole racket
A kilo after kilo, see who move the most
Two hundred foot yacht
She wanna see the coast (Woo)
You can't be chasin' money
With the wrong approach (No)
Commas only comin' once you got a coach (Huh)
I'm the Walt Frazier, that's for all ages
(Ha)
The Don Shula, shooter nigga, tall lasers
(Brrt) bitch boys run to social media (Woo)
Rich nigga, name in Wikipedia (Boss)
If I fuck her once, she wanna fuck me twice
(Huh) all the real niggas clique up
Let's get rich tonight (Uh)

Only the real recognize real
Give me somethin' I can feel
So I know that it's real
This bandemic infectious
Bloody diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious
Bloody diamonds on this necklace

Uh

I put fifty on her wrist to make her nastier
I'm doin' numbers on these niggas
It ain't no passin' us
Bad bitch suckin' it out me, Count Dracula
Whole gang with me on a twenty passenger
Kraft with us
At the table eatin' crabs with us
Labels callin' everyday to get
Some cash to us

'Member when they thought I wasn't smart
They tried to laugh at us
But, I still catch 'em at the door
Like "Give them Pateks up"
(Give that shit up)
Laugh now, cry later, play
It cool, slide later
I know I'm gon' die later
On a corner, a four pound, two dollars
Some Now and Laters
I'm a real life survivor
Them people was tryna fade us
Lil' shorty with me fine
She look like Sanaa Lathan
I don't get her what she want
And she turn into a cry baby
Bye baby, I be out of time, baby

If they catch us on a date
You blowin' up like a bomb, baby
I made twenty mill' last month, you
Better make up yo' mind, baby
You can do anything you want, just
Don't get out of line, baby
I'm doin' anything I want
I'm havin' lunch with Tom Brady
Talkin' 'bout his girl problems, I
Can't lie, I related
Only real recognize the real
I was so deep up in the field
I know how he feel
I ain't make it to the NFL, but shit
I'm Meek Mill
And every time they see me fail, shit
I prevail every time I rap, it sound
Like I'm talkin' in gold
And I'll never sell my soul

Only the real recognize real
Give me somethin' I can feel
So I know that it's real
This bandemic infectious
Bloody diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious
Bloody diamonds on this necklace

Uh, yes
My niggas got indicted, couple made it back
(Uh) once you seen a hundred
Then you made a stack (Yes)
I'm coppin' real estate like
I'm still slangin' crack
I left Def Jam once I made the max (Woo)
Look at how I'm livin', jugglin' the raps
I told the record labels "You
Can keep the plaques" (Huh)
Choppers in the car
It ain't no need for masks (Brrt)
I do it how I do it with my evil ass

M-M-Maybach Music
Only the real recognize real
Give me somethin' I can feel
So I know that it's real