[Intro]
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[Rick Ross]
This on everything I love
I done came too far to look back
Lord protect my soul you heard me?
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[Verse 1]
Mighty Muhammad son of Osama
Son of a bitch one time for my momma
Tats on my back tats on my face
Bitch Im a don can you relate?
Its never too late my niggas relate
Never would say my niggas is saints
Know Im a sinner God give me my sentence
Labelled a hustler look at my Benz
One time for Black nigga one time for Nut nigga
One time for Gucci nigga one time for Cano nigga
One time for Bizzle nigga these my realest niggas
One time for Trav nigga and all them dope dealers

[Hook]
Murder a mothaf*ckin murder
No you didnt see it but I know you bitches heard it
Blood on the corner damn I miss my dawg
Im just thinkin bout his daughter in another life he ballin

[Verse 2]
Is this a drug dealers dream?
Cause all I ever see is niggas dyin from disease
Mansion on the water home in the hills
Let the Fed tell it it really isnt his
Photograph our endeavors plottin potential set-ups
See me as a promotion tax charges etcetera
Confiscated the whips concentratin on flips
Contemplatin the trip congregatin for bricks
Lord knows Im a sinner it was cold in the winter
Eatin out of the trash shit would make you a killer
Lord forgive these bitches gettin their money strippin
Chasin this fast money next time well do it different
Shoutout to KOD shoutout to Onyx
Shoutout to MMG cause we the hottest

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Aggravated with hoes distracted all of my foes
Niggas want to be friends we just takin control
Nigga vision the clearest I get shooters on clearance
Barely fit in a Lambo but did it for the appearance
I seen a rich nigga go to jail
He put Wi Fi in his cell
Middle of the night my nigga wanna Skype
I just count money for him that shit just get him hype
They say its hard to smile with a double life
In the middle of the night with a bloody knife
Lord give him a chance every man should be free
He wanted him a degree but got him a ki
Open that door just hopin for more
They gave him a bond I gave him a Porsche
I gave him a name I gave him a shot
I gave him the game I gave him a block
Smokin on that gas I be thinkin too fast
Drug dealers dream now lets count this cash
Dope boy tatted on my neck
A real dope boy I never write a check

[Hook]