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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Whole Slab
Whole Slab
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerard Wiggins
Jerard Wiggins
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Manifest
J. Manifest
Producer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Recording Engineer
John Rivers
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Matthew Testa
Matthew Testa
Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Sam Bohl
Sam Bohl
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This on everything I love
I done came too far to look back
Lord, protect my soul, you heard me?
Check
[Verse 2]
Mighty Muhammad, son of Osama
Son of a bitch, one time for my mama
Tats on my back, tats on my face
Bitch, I'm a don, can you relate?
It's never too late, my **** relate
Never would say, my **** is saints
Know I'm a sinner, God give me my sentence
Labelled a hustler, look at my Benz
One time for Black, ****, one time for Nut, ****
One time for Gucci, ****, one time for Cano, ****
One time for Bizzle, ****, these my realest ****
One time for Trav, ****, and all them dope dealers
[Verse 3]
Murder, a motherfuckin' murder
No, you didn't see it but I know you bitches heard it
Blood on the corner, damn, I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he's ballin'
[Verse 4]
Is this a drug dealers dream?
'Cause all I ever see is **** dyin' from disease
Mansion on the water, home in the hills
Let the Fed tell it, it really isn't 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 I'ma  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 we'll do it different
Shoutout to KOD, shoutout to Onyx, ****
Shoutout to MMG, 'cause we the hottest, ****, yeah
Yeah
[Verse 5]
Murder, a motherfuckin' murder
No, you didn't see it but I know you bitches heard it
Blood on the corner, damn, I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he's ballin'
[Verse 6]
Aggravated with hoes, distracted all my of foes
**** want to be friends, we just takin' control
**** vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearance
Barely fit in a Lambo, but did it for the appearance
I seen a rich **** go to jail
He put WiFi in his cell
Middle of the night, my **** wanna Skype
I just count money for him, that shit just get him hype
They say it's 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 key
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 let's count this cash
Dope boy tatted on my neck
A real dope boy, I never write a check
[Verse 7]
Murder, a motherfuckin' murder
No, you didn't see it but I know you bitches heard it
Blood on the corner, damn, I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he's ballin'
Written by: Jerard Wiggins, William Roberts
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