| Learn to walk a tightrope
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| Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
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| They putting liens on a nigga’s things
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| Publicize your demise, and by all means
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| Your family fortune is forever what you stood on
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| Sold dreams, fantasies that put the hood on
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| You reap what you sow, and they speaking repossessions
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| To the culture itself, these are powerful lessons
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| These niggas always smiled when I came around
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| They let you know my reputation when you in my town
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| A real nigga, you gonna know that by the contract
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| Bottom line blood, show me where them one’s at
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| That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
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| Mechanicals never mattered because that was your dog
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| Now you hands-on, but things don’t ever seem right
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| You make a call to give your lawyer the green-light
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| He look into it then hit you up with the bad news
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| It’s so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes
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| Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules
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| Every dollar accounted for, double M the crew
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| Death Row, fast life
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| Foreclosed on my past life
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| The white man call us stupid niggas
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| We spend it all, nothing for our children
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| Had it all, now it’s repossessed
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| Can’t feed the clique cutting bad checks
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| Time to learn boy, that cash rules
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| Success is a precious jewel
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| Planting poison in a nigga mind
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| Chilling with your boys when it’s time to grind
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| We both come from those humble beginnings
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| Still can’t believe we never followed each other on Twitter
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| Funny thing is the animosity money brings
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| Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
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| Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys
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| One bullet, one target, one choice
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| You can take an L or take the shell
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| It’s still double M still making mills
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| Made niggas respect my hustle on both coasts
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| I put the word out to see who hit back with the lowest
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| I need a hit handled, put me in touch with the closest
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| You still digging through ashtrays killing the roaches
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| And I never took an L back when Meek fell
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| Just drove the numbers all the way back up at retail
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| Death Row, fast life
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| Foreclosed on my past life
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| The white man call us stupid niggas
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| We spend it all, nothing for our children
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| Had it all, now it’s repossessed
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| Can’t feed the clique cutting bad checks
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| Time to learn boy, that cash rules
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| Success is a precious jewel
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| Can’t be writing checks with your eyes closed
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| While you living out of homes in different time zones
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| Mind blown finna strip you out your rhinestones
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| Pistol to your ear, this that level I’m on
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| I apologize woadie but this all I got
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| Everybody in this office we could die tonight
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| I never met an artist who fully recouped
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| These the deals the deal dealers wanna deal to you
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| Young niggas, time to act your wage
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| Buying belts you seen on other niggas waists
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| Hoes fucking for follows, they wanna post online
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| Whole time, shorty knowing I’m not gon' mind
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| Put it on all he needed was a co sign
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| Black minks and gloves, nigga, the whole nine
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| TV on the Rolls, shit, I had to hold mine
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| You’ll foreclose or fold just for soul signs
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| Death Row, fast life
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| Foreclosed on my past life
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| The white man call us stupid niggas
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| We spend it all, nothing for our children
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| Had it all, now it’s repossessed
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| Can’t feed the clique cutting bad checks
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| Time to learn boy, that cash rules
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| Success is a precious jewel
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| Success is a precious jewel
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| Success is a precious jewel |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Foreclosures, artist - Rick Ross. Album song Black Market, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп