** Dealers Dream (Album Version|Edited) - Rick Ross

Lyrics by：William Roberts/Jerard Wiggins

Composed by：William Roberts/Jerard Wiggins

Produced by：J. Manifest

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This on everything I love

I done came too far to look back

Look back

Lord protect my soul you heard me

Check

Check

Mighty Muhammad son of Osama

Son of a Osama

Son of a of a of a

One time for my momma

Tats on my back

Tats on my face

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 black black

One time for nut nut nut

One time for gucci gucci gucci

One time for cano cano cano

One time for bizzle bizzle bizzle

These my realest realest realest

One time for Trav Trav Trav

And all them dealers

Murder

Murder a motha murder

No you didn't see it

But I know you heard it

Blood on the corner corner

Damn I miss my dawg

I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter

In another life he ballin'

He ballin'

Is this a ** dealers dream dream

'Cause all I ever see is dyin' from disease

Disease

Mansion on the water water

Home in the hills hills

Let the fed tell it tell it

It really isn't his isn't his

Photograph our endeavors endeavors

Plottin' potential set-ups

Set-ups

See me as a promotion promotion

Tax charges etcetera

Confiscated the whips whips

Concentratin' on flips flips

Contemplatin' the trip trip

Congregatin' for bricks bricks

Lord knows I'm a sinner sinner

It was cold in the winter winter

Eatin' out of the trash trash

Would make you a killer killer

Lord forgive these

Gettin' their money strippin' strippin'

Chasin' this fast money

Next time we'll do it different

Do it different

Shoutout to KOD KOD

Shoutout to Onyx Onyx Onyx

Shoutout to MMG MMG

'Cause we the hottest hottest

Hottest hottest

Mayback music

Hottest yeah hottest yeah

Hottest yeah

Mayback music

Murder

Murder a mothar murder

No you didn't see it

But I know you heard it

Blood on the corner corner

Damn I miss my dawg

I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter

In another life he ballin'

Aggravated with h*es

Distracted all of my foes 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

For the appearance

I seen a rich go to jail

Go to jail go to jail

He put Wi Fi in his cell

In his cell

Middle of the night

My wanna skype wanna skype

I just count money for him

That just get him hype

Get him hype

They say it's hard to smile with a double life

Double life

In the middle of the night with a bloody knife

Bloody knife

Lord give him a chance chance

Every man should be free free

He wanted him a degree

But got him a key

But got him a key

Open that door door

Just hopin' for more more

They gave him a bond bond

I gave him a Porsche

I gave him a Porsche

I gave him a name a name

I gave him a shot a shot

I gave him the game the game

I gave him a block

I gave him a block

Smokin' on that gas gas

I be thinkin' too fast fast

** dealer's dream dream

Now let's count this cash

Count this cash cash

Boy tatted on my neck

On my neck

A real boy

I never write a check

Write a check

Murder

Murder a motha murder

No you didn't see it

But I know you heard it

Blood on the corner corner

Damn I miss my dawg

I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter

In another life he ballin' ballin' ballin'