Rick Ross Pirates Lyrics

Rick ross

to me is a dope artist.   well that is my point. what i meant is he raps about the dope game, yeah he is a gangster, that is what his music portrays. That is his artistic signature.I like when he said about the resurrection of 2pac as his own image. He been the voice of 2pac. But does he really portray 2pac's legacy. The metaphor is "He appears to be a pirate" who hallucinate on money while some nigga's stomack rumble. The question is.. Is he a pirate to the dope game ? Is he really a dope mafia, or a pirate in the rap dope game. LOL. Am rolling the dice. 4.5.6. That is Rick Ross to you. More F word.. More N word.. Huh.. thats rap there for you.

 

Rick Ross Pirate (lyrics)

I guess there aint no nice way to tell you niggas it’s game over, huh?

Hallucination of money, while nigga’s stomach just rumble

Had to fuck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles

Nigga living in rubble, but get him labelled a rebel

Any nigga wan’ rumble, somebody hand me a shovel

Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill

Steppin’ off the Sonoma with the black duffel bag filled

Got a cute bitch with me; favor come on, for real

Got Meek Mill on the celly, that nigga worth a few mil

I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply

Witness real niggas fail, and watch you fuck niggas strive

Witness bitch niggas pale, Japar [?] just got twenty-five

At this point in my life, I’m just trying to survive

Homicide stay on my mind, christopher Wallace of my time

R.I.P to the legend, 2Pac shakur with a nine

Makaveli returns- it’s God forgives, and I don’t

Ressurection of the real, time to get richer than Trump

I’m rolling the dice, four , five , six

Young nigga, 19, four, five bricks

Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate

God forgives and I don’t, only hustlers relate

Trying to keep my head above water, nigga

We pirates out here, nigga,just trying to stay afloat

And I ride for my niggas

Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches

Panoramas, abortions, marijuana imported

Dreams of getting cream and never to be extorted

Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it

Product is in demand, profit not far behind

Got on my mother pearl, she fucking up father time

Babies be having babies, I’m talkng ‘bout how I grind

Niggas thinking it’s voodoo the way bricks be multipying

Affiliated with wealth, associated with death

Self – made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf

Striaght Grim Reaper, Air jordans walking the streets

Blackberry boss- one call, ya put to sleep

I’m rolling the dice , four,five , six

Young nigga, nineteen, forty five bricks

Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate

God forgives and I don’t, only hustlers relate

The Lord is my light and my salvation

But I see none of you fuck niggas

Fuck what you heard, nigga

I need to feel it

I need to smell it

I need to see it

 

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