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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Vocals
Marc Coleman
Programming
Latonya Givens
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Coleman
Songwriter
Latonya Givens
Songwriter
Aldrin Davis
Songwriter
Barry White
Songwriter
Kevin Cates
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Toomp
Producer
Kevin "Khao" Cates
Producer
Derrick Royce Selby
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
If I could leave this place
With a smile on my face
The meek shall inherit the Earth
I'd give up everything
That's what the Bible says
Just to make you happy
But we both know, oh
This ain't how life goes
I need it
We could build our own world
But the streets keep calling me
Walk like a giant, talk like a tyrant
Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph
David or Goliath, hate me or admire
Kush burns slow as I chase my desires
Embrace my empire, Batty Boy, eat fire
Guns like choirs, when they sing, keep quiet
Will I get to heaven? Turn to Psalm 27
Lord knows when I see this monkey, I'ma be the devil
Beat him 'cause I'm clever, beat him at whatever
You never was a G, ****, Unit mean together
New York unified, down south, love that
When we got to shine, motherfuckers, where the love at?
Real **** getting money, better log on
Think the game dead now? Imagine when your dog gone
Imagine when it's all gone
When your phone off, there's only one to call on
If I could leave this place
I mean, if I died today
With a smile on my face
I could honestly say
I'd give up everything
Thank You, Lord
Just to make you happy
Thank You, Lord
But we both know, oh
Thank You, Lord
This ain't how life goes
We could build our own world
But the streets keep calling me
I'm bigger than a title, bigger than a name
You could label me the biggest label in the game
Put food on the table, fed the whole city
Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get me
Steady years are better when you're called a trend setter
The world so cold, hope you got a little sweater
Caught a little case, but he had a little cheddar
Play it out the fifteen, poured his life in a letter
Very first line, he called Trick Daddy stupid
Say he got AIDS, telling people that it's Lupus
Not the one just to jump to conclusions
I'm getting money, small talk can be a nuisance
Broke chains, reminiscing to them nooses
Sitting on deuces, new Land Cruisers
Who the fuck you calling losers?
You **** losing, look like you could use us
If I could leave this place
When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
With a smile on my face
And my first 2 Live Crew cassette
I'd give up everything
Just to make you happy
But we both know, oh
I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I'm at today
This ain't how life goes
We could build our own world
Took me forty minutes to walk there to buy it
But the streets keep calling me
Call your boy a C.O., but if I really was
When all these **** undercover fucking **** up
Keep it trilla, ****, never had a gun and badge
Kept a nice watch, smoking on a hunnid sacks
Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
Skipping school, I saw my friend stabbed with an ice pick
Young ****, fifteen, with three seeds
From that very day, I carried on the three C's
Can't criticize **** tryna get jobs
Better get smart, young brother, live yours
Only live once and I got two kids
And for me to feed them, I got two gigs
I shovel shit, I'd C.O.
So we can bow our head and pray over the meatloaf
I'm looking at the big picture
Keep a bitch with you, tryna get a bit richer
If I could leave this place
With a smile on my face
I remember praying for
I'd give up everything
For me just to get the
Just to make you happy
The opportunity to, to have a record deal
But we both know, oh
This ain't how life goes
And now I sign artists
We could build our own world
But the streets keep calling me
Thank you, Lord
Written by: Aldrin Davis, Barry White, Kevin "Khao" Cates, Latonya Givens, Marc Coleman, William Roberts