Rick Ross, The Game - Ashes To Ashes lyrics

I got a house on my face, custom made glasses
Laser on heckler, ashes to ashes
Valet to vessel
Known as an Aston, the Hoes
Give you ass, homie
Only in my absence
Well connected with gang member on most sets
Not to boast but get you popped like moet
My record sales could never
Reflect my respect
What god damn Def Jam forever in debt
Money bags back and forth how carry it on
Tattoo dead homies on my arms
Still I grieve for 'em
As I'm nailed to the crucifix
Tears in my eyes
Smiling on the inside
(Blessed)
Nobody cares what I feel like, no
Now it's six xanax just to feel right
Let's go
Periognom in my glasses, toast to competition
Ashed to ashes

See the fireworks in the club
You know we got bottles
See the lambos out front
That tells you we fuckin' models
Spit real nigga shit
So you can bump it in the phantom
Make it rain for them niggas
Who ain't never seen Atlanta
Red diamonds in the watch
Red frames in the lenses
How you know you on?
Baby mama driving Benzes
Louis Vuiton house shoes
Somewhere on the boat
Like a snitch nigga body
Let this motherfucker float

Champagne in my glass feeling like a boss
Fell in love with a phantom
Like fuck what it cost
Louis duffle full of hundreds, dimes of
The purple, keep it G
Cause that's me
These rap niggas Steve Urkel
Survival of the fittest
Swimming in the dark, Sea World
In my living room
Come and feed the sharks
Put on for my city, Or
It would have fell apart
Nigga rap is like New York
Ain't no where to park
That's why I got a chauffeur, I don't
Need a valet, At the game
Watchin' 'Bron give it up to Khaled
Not a hatin' bone in my body
Nigga I salute 'cha
You disrespect my hood
I'll fuck around and shoot y 'cha
We got the world runnin'
'round throwin' up B's
Niggas saying "soo woo" like
They're fucking chinese
Eyes tighter than a virgin when
I'm blowing on these grapes
Top down blowin' smoke on
The fuckin' interstate