| Let’s dodge rain drops
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| Follow me
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| They say I always left a paper trail
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| Duffle bag in the attic, now how that paper smell (wooh)
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| And I musta left it there for several years
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| In case of emergencies, go get a set of wheels
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| Burning tobacco with my ancestors
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| Learning lessons on my transgressions
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| Accepting that street niggas we live by different rules
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| Pill poppin' everyday I’m in a different mood
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| They scream our names since we walk the halls (Boss)
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| With everything to gain only fear Allah
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| Full metal jacket still the wardrobe
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| Never waste a prayer for peace in a warzone
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| Pray to keep the lights on your porch on
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| Even better pray I get to see my boy grow
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| Before Instagram we did it up in the ozone
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| Only nigga still killing never told on
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| Let’s go deep into my cold mind
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| First and one I got it on the goal line
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| Fully automatic weapons for my O-line
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| Wanna buy the team they say I need a cosign
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| I got a beacon jumping out the gym
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| My new freak she Puerto Rican trying to reel me in
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| Hit the homey from the hood I told him fill me in
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| On top of that he said he good I told him bring me 10
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| Gentrification across the barren land
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| I thought the goal was get rich be a married man
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| Never question my vision I seen atrocities
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| But I also see profit on selling properties
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| Still rising enterprising young entrepreneur
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| Ostentatious globe-trotting out with Lira Galore (Young Coco)
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| Six mill I’m born I told them they can keep the change
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| Pick me up in that new ‘rrari swerving lane to lane
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| Nigga close but it’s no cigar
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| So it better be that Ghost or that double R
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| My alma mater is serving fed time
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| See the streets before god cut off his deadline
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| Damaged yard so tomorrow grows the prominence
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| Bastard case you can see that was some common sense
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| I entertain niggas under poverty lines
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| So I paint these pretty pictures as part of my rhymes
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| Crack spots block to block I’ve been a benefactor
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| I don’t think you understand the type of chips I’m after
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| Corporations but they run them like their small time
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| We never see eye to eye if you have a soft side
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| I told you pussy niggas let the lions in
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| I told these pussy niggas let the lions in
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| Your record labels left with rigor mortis
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| I just closed another deal worth another 40
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| (I just closed another deal worth another 40) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Silk Road , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Black Market, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп