[Verse 1: Scarface]
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt would I risk my
Life for a dollar homie? Nah I dont think so
Greed breeds jealousy nigga out here when getting fos
Catch a nigga slipping put a bullet in his temple
Homie its the same rules money talks simple my kinfolk
Call it what Im living like the high life
Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind right
I tell you I got 20/20 hindsight
See it in the distance hieroglyphics keep the rhymes tight
My mind like game recognize that
Real recognize real steel .45 strapped
Underneath the white tee Zimmerman get shot down
Hero it aint nothing but a sandwich call the cops now
F*ck the police stop running
White boys terrorize nigga neighborhoods gunning
Down the innocent and then the beginning ends
You was doing 50 in the 35 the ending is
You fit the description of the subject in this incident
We gon have to take you downtown for some questionin
Damn a blessin in disguise if you ask me
I was just about to hit the highway with my last key
Could it be that maybe God is intervenes
With my life like he did so many times in between
A half a block away from the crime scene
A minute earlier and that was me think
Ive been knowing Ross since he was Teflon
Same nigga now it was back then nothing stepped on
Dopeman dopeman yelling
Cook it til its rock hard bag it up sell it
Aroma so loud so loud that you can smell it
Kept to them niggas getting caught go and tell it

[Hook: Z-Ro]
Every time I turn around yall got something to say about me
But yall dont know a damn thing about me
Just what you see thats what you judge me on
Every time I turn around the guilty be pointing fingers at me
Homie Im just trying to be all I can be
But not for free thats why the f*ck we roll
I need that

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Cant even believe this day here my nigga
I remember us sitting in the parking lot talking about getting money

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Cracks in the wall standing in the puddle
Sunny south Florida a cold motherf*cker
Ready for a war barely wanna talk
Ballys on my nigga as they walking back and forth
Makes you wanna hustle take care of my brothers
Raymond passed away heres something for his mother
It never is enough trying to show her that I love him
We were fishing buddies breed the dog split the puppies
Pictures on the wall bitches we done raw
Niggas getting robbed the only shit that we can solve
We all wanna get it ball for a minute
Accept collect calls tell our dawgs that we did it
Plenty money orders that what uncle Kenny taught us
Keep your face clean when youre out here bending corners
Always keep in mind you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through Im still right here by your side
Artificial homies worse than the ages
When you parking all your cars they wanna know the payments
Rose petals stripping on the casket
Baby boy done grew into a bastard
On that lean you know I f*ck her fantastic
Work white as Rita Ora in that plastic
Took shots shed tears thats war
Bust bottles on yachts stand tall
Catch a case dont talk thats raw
Scarface Rick Ross: big boys
Big boys Scarface Rozay we big boys

[Hook]

[Outro: Z-Ro]
I need that