Webbie, Birdman, Rick Ross - A Miracle lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Webbie, Birdman, Rick Ross - A Miracle lyrics]
Trill Entertainment, nigga
Where we keeps it trilla
Webbie, Ricky Ross streets gonna
Love this one
The little soldier With nothing clear to see
Wasn't nobody handing him shit
Riding around town glamour and glisten
You don't want my position
I'm spitting facts, couldn't relax
The whole time I had weights up on my back
Be black, gone back i got pitchers on deck
They gave it to us seven flat
How many nigga's gonna rat check my tats
She left early then she supposed to, mayne
It had to be fair
Not me, the family and them
Could pack the Madison Square i had a career
I was supposed to be right
Back there with them i owed it to Him
I know it I show it don't want to blow it
A poet for the streets
Give me a beat I'mma roll it
I surely didn't believe in magic
But I knew I had it in Savage
It got crucial I ain't panic
And when y'all wanted I ran it
I remember when my Granny
Said anything was to happen
From slangin, hustlin, to trapping
To laying, praying, and jacking
And blowing on Grandaddy and all
Of my kids happy
Its a miracle it seem like I'm dreaming
Somebody pinch me
Am I supposed to be in the spot that I'm in?
Is this really real? It's a miracle
All these years am I really here?
Have I really lived what they call a miracle?
How you shoot 50 clips put it in the air
Mean mug them niggas and have no fear
Play the game with the stripes
Put it in his life ten on the mic
Nigga do it same night it's a miracle
The way I bend them corners on em
Get up early on em get this money on em
A miracle a lot I bought on
Crib I paid on things I've got on
A miracle fresh crush the diamond ice
Place in one price did it for one night
A miracle i done lived the high life
Shined in high lights did it in gunfights
A miracle nigga it was hell we came in
Money done come in hell we went in
A miracle, nigga no time for lying homie
Time for crying homie time for dying homie
It's truly a miracle your boy is still alive
Cuz I was selling blow in '95
Riding with my boys dealin dope, gettin high
Crackers trying to give me time
And we ain't talking five
Niggas talk fly so that pistol by my side
My baby mama fucking all my homies on the sly
I see it all through the
Corner of a nigga's eye
So I keep my shades on and
My face up at the sky pistols get the power
Snitchin is for cowards
I got plasmas in the shower
And my bitches snorting powder (I'm a G)
My life a movie got rubber
Uzi's in my jacuzzi you'll think I'm Biggie
I'm bumping Juicy with several groupies
I got beamerz and benzes, bitch
They all on deuces i got the product
And when you drop it, it never loses
Pray or get preyed on killers get prayed for
If this a dream i pray I never wake up
Where we keeps it trilla
Webbie, Ricky Ross streets gonna
Love this one
The little soldier With nothing clear to see
Wasn't nobody handing him shit
Riding around town glamour and glisten
You don't want my position
I'm spitting facts, couldn't relax
The whole time I had weights up on my back
Be black, gone back i got pitchers on deck
They gave it to us seven flat
How many nigga's gonna rat check my tats
She left early then she supposed to, mayne
It had to be fair
Not me, the family and them
Could pack the Madison Square i had a career
I was supposed to be right
Back there with them i owed it to Him
I know it I show it don't want to blow it
A poet for the streets
Give me a beat I'mma roll it
I surely didn't believe in magic
But I knew I had it in Savage
It got crucial I ain't panic
And when y'all wanted I ran it
I remember when my Granny
Said anything was to happen
From slangin, hustlin, to trapping
To laying, praying, and jacking
And blowing on Grandaddy and all
Of my kids happy
Its a miracle it seem like I'm dreaming
Somebody pinch me
Am I supposed to be in the spot that I'm in?
Is this really real? It's a miracle
All these years am I really here?
Have I really lived what they call a miracle?
How you shoot 50 clips put it in the air
Mean mug them niggas and have no fear
Play the game with the stripes
Put it in his life ten on the mic
Nigga do it same night it's a miracle
The way I bend them corners on em
Get up early on em get this money on em
A miracle a lot I bought on
Crib I paid on things I've got on
A miracle fresh crush the diamond ice
Place in one price did it for one night
A miracle i done lived the high life
Shined in high lights did it in gunfights
A miracle nigga it was hell we came in
Money done come in hell we went in
A miracle, nigga no time for lying homie
Time for crying homie time for dying homie
It's truly a miracle your boy is still alive
Cuz I was selling blow in '95
Riding with my boys dealin dope, gettin high
Crackers trying to give me time
And we ain't talking five
Niggas talk fly so that pistol by my side
My baby mama fucking all my homies on the sly
I see it all through the
Corner of a nigga's eye
So I keep my shades on and
My face up at the sky pistols get the power
Snitchin is for cowards
I got plasmas in the shower
And my bitches snorting powder (I'm a G)
My life a movie got rubber
Uzi's in my jacuzzi you'll think I'm Biggie
I'm bumping Juicy with several groupies
I got beamerz and benzes, bitch
They all on deuces i got the product
And when you drop it, it never loses
Pray or get preyed on killers get prayed for
If this a dream i pray I never wake up