Rick Ross Songtext
von Bizzle

I tried to give them real but all they want is faking (Faking)
I try my best to get to give ′em Christ but all they want is satan
As long as it ain't too blatant (Uhh)
They claim to hate it ′til it's painted by somebody famous
It's okay if you promote His ways
But don′t say what His name is (Shhh)
Say no to crack but sniff cocaine as if it ain′t as dangerous
We don't smoke it, we snort it, in the form of entertainment (Uhh)
It′s like if I promote the hatred
They gon' say it′s banging (Banging)
But if I go against it out of love, they say I'm hatin′


They told me sell this dope boy, sell this dope
If you push it, they'll believe you, believe you
Plus if you don't, somebody else will
Besides, you can make a million off your people
I could′ve been Rick Ross by now
Freeway Ricky
I could′ve been Rick Ross by now
Freeway Ricky
Ricky

And real talk I understand why they be fakin' though
If we support it
Why should they abort it, when it pays the most (Uhh)
After all, ain′t nobody forcing you to buy it
They just spin it 20 times a day, forcing you to try it (Try this)
So tell me what's a brother to do (Do)
When being real doesn′t appeal to the brother in you (Uhh)
When you get paid to lie, you hate the guy that comes with the truth
So maybe I'd be like that Dr. Sebi guy when it′s through (Pow)
I'd hate to die, though I'd be like my Savior Christ if I do (Yeah)
′Cause if I paid the price just know I gave my life up for you (Uhh)
I′d probably be forgotten by those that they road to the end
And end up with a catchy hashtag that don't even trend
I′m saying


They told me sell this dope boy, sell this dope
If you push it, they'll believe you, believe you
Plus if you don′t, somebody else will
Besides, you can make a million off your people
I could've been Rick Ross by now
Freeway Ricky
I could′ve been Rick Ross by now
Freeway Ricky
Ricky

I fiend to floss with dreams of bosses, since a little child
Who knew I'd meet the Boss beneath
The cross and flip the style (Style)
One day he made me see his babies like they were my own (Own)
I couldn't deliver them dope anymore
But forgive me, I didn′t know (Oh no no)
Couldn′t let it ride
I was seeing genocide when I looked out my window (Oh no no)
I would never lie when I pen a line
I get it in every time I go (Go go go)
This God Over Money brother, we another pedigree (Yea)
If half of they raps couldn't be about crack, bet you they′d never eat
When are we finna raise the bar, for the block like an H&R
Better watch who you make a star and find out how fake they are
Or do we even care at all (Care at all)
At least he gettin' money dawg

They told me sell this dope boy, sell this dope
If you push it, they′ll believe you, believe you
Plus if you don't, somebody else will
Besides, you can make a million off your people
I could′ve been Rick Ross by now
Freeway Ricky
I could've been Rick Ross by now
Freeway Ricky
Ricky