Lyrics:

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 don't think so
Greed breeds jealousy, nigga, out here when getting fo's
Catch a nigga slipping, put a bullet in his temple
Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple my kinfolk
Call it what I'm livinf 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 recognized at
Real recognize real, steel .45 strapped
Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get shot down
Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, call the cops now
Fuck the police, stop running
White boys telling lies, neighborhood gunning
Down to innocent, and then the beginning ends
You was doing 50 in the 35 ***
You fit the description of the subject in this incident
We gon' have to take you downtown for some questioning
Damn, a blessin in the 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
Half a block away from the crime scene
A minute earlier and that was me, think
I've been knowing Ross since he was Teflon
Same shit now it was back then, nothing stepped on
Dopeman, dopeman yelling
Cook it 'til it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it
Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it
Kept to the *** cargo and tell it

Z-Ro:
Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
But y'all don't know a damn thing about me
Just what you see, that's what you judge me on
Every time I turn around the guilty be pointing fingers at me
Homie, I'm just trying to be all I can be
But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll
I need that

Rick Ross:
Can't even believe this day right here, my nigga
I remember us sitting in the parking lot talking about getting money

Cracks in the wall, standing in the puddle
Sunny side, Florida, a cold motherfucker
Ready for a war, barely wanna talk
*** they walking back and forth
Makes you wanna hustle, take care of my brothers
Raymond passed away, there's something for his mother
It never is enough, trying to show her that I love him
We was fishing buddies, breed the dog, split the puppies
Pitches on the wall, we done raw
Getting robbed, don't *** 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 our uncle Kenny taught us
Keep your face clean when you're out here bending corners
Always keep in mind you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through I'm still here by your side
All the official homies worse than the ages
When you parking all your cars they wanna know the payments
Rose petal stripping on the casket
Baby boy done grew into a bastard
On that lean you know I fuck her fantastic
Work white as Rita Ora in that plastic
Took shots, shed tears, that's war
Bust bottles on yachts, stand tall
Catch a case, don't talk, that's raw
Scareface, Rick Ross, big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys

Z-Ro:
Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
But y'all don't know a damn thing about me
Just what you see, that's what you judge me on
Every time I turn around the guilty be pointing fingers at me
Homie, I'm just trying to be all I can be
But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll
I need that