Blessing In Disguise (Explicit) - Rick Ross/Scarface/Z-RO

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 ni**a out here when getting fo's

Catch a ni**a slipping put a bullet in his temple

Homie it's the same rules money talks simple my kinfolk

Call it what I'm living 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 recognize that

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

F**k the police stop running

White boys terrorize ni**a' neighborhoods gunning

Down the innocent and then the beginning ends

You was doing 50 in the 35 the ending is

You fit the description of the subject in this incident

We gon' have to take you downtown for some questionin'

Damn a blessin in 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

A 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 ni**a 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 them niggas getting caught go and tell it

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 f**k we roll

I need that

Can't even believe this day here my ni**a

I remember us sitting in the parking lot talking about getting money

Cracks in the wall standing in the puddle

Sunny south Florida a cold motherf**ker

Ready for a war barely wanna talk

Ballys on my ni**a as they walking back and forth

Makes you wanna hustle take care of my brothers

Raymond passed away here's something for his mother

It never is enough trying to show her that I love him

We were fishing buddies breed the dog split the puppies

Pictures on the wall b**ches we done raw

Niggas getting robbed the only sh*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 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 right here by your side

Artificial homies worse than the ages

When you parking all your cars they wanna know the payments

Rose petals stripping on the casket

Baby boy done grew into a bastard

On that lean you know I f**k 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

Scarface Rick Ross: big boys

Big boys Scarface Rozay we big boys

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 f**k we roll

I need that

I need that

I need that

I need that