Pirates (Explicit) - Rick Ross

Written by：William Roberts/Maurice Jordan/Matthew Furdge/William Bell/Booker T.Jones

I guess there aingt no nice way to tell you niggas it's game over huh

Pray for me

Hallucination of money while ni**a's stomach just rumble

Had to f**k with the haitians and break a kilo to crumbles

Ni**a living in rubble but then I'm labelled a rebel

Any ni**a wan rumble somebody hand me a shovel

Gotta silence the lambs get on my buffalo bill

Stepping off the sonoma with the black duffle bag filled

Got a cute b**ch with me favor kimora for real

Got meek mill on the celly meek milli

That ni**a worth a few mil

I multiply what I manage I manage to multiply

Witness real niggas fail and watch you f**k niggas strive

Witness b**ch niggas tell jabar just got twenty five

At this point in my life I'm just tryna survive

Homicide stay on my mind christopher wallace of my time

R I P to the legend 2 pac shakur with a nine

Makaveli returns it's god forgives and I don't

Resurrection of the real time to get the richer than trump

I'm rolling the dice four five six

Young ni**a nineteen four or five bricks

Praying on you niggas sinners full of hate

God forgives and I don't only hustlers relate

Tryna keep my head above water ni**a

We pirates out here ni**a just trying to stay afloat

And I ride for my niggas

Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and porsches

Panameras abortion m*******a imported

Dreams of getting cream and never to be extorted

Seen so many things be preposterous not to record it

Product is in demand profit not far behind

Got on my mother pearl she f**king up father time

Babies be having babies I'm talking bout how I grind

Niggas thinking it's voodoo the way bricks be multiplying

Affiliated with wealth associated with death

Self made millionaire snatch a triple beam off the shelf

Straight grim reaper air jordans walking the streets

Blackberry boss one call ya put to sleep

I'm rolling the dice four five six

Young ni**a nineteen four or five bricks

Praying on you niggas sinners full of hate

God forgives and I don't only hustlers relate

The lord is my light and my salvation

But I see none of you f**k niggas

F**k what you heard ni**a

I need to feel it

I need to smell it

I need to see it