Black Opium Songtext
von Rick Ross feat. DJ Premier

Can I get a rozay (rozay)
Can I get a rozay (rozay)
Let me get a huh (huh)
Let me get a huh (huh)
Huh

I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna' elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya


Shooters in the ground with fifth carats
They give it down
My lifestyle get busy, units is really real
Put my bitches on
Get money, stay out of the trap
Fuck 'em long, smoke the bong, maybe go get a tat
No illusion, quarter millie for this fucking cruse
Called the deal, I've been planing over
I kept it moving, (?) sent me real
Protect me from these shooters
Nice suits (?)
Let me Shoot
Stab wounds, they think we having fun
Doing shows, fuck the hoes, dumb still on the run

I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya

Some niggas choke, Some niggas don't


Pissing (?) that pot out of that
Late to class, walk the halls
Ain't one run out of two
Say your name
What's your game?
My people the roof
4th of July, light up the sky
Step off my shoe
All I do is eat niggas & they call it food
That's my food I assume
You know we ain't in the room
You hit the *Gun Pop*
So floated like a balloon, fatal wounds
Boy, nigga shall I say the rules
A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consumed
Still feel the room, Can't die
Dream chasers, you fuck with Meek?
You got to fuck with the con, Then my bone
That DC up on my tongue

I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya
I'mma stand as a man never above ya

I only take time out for all my bad bitches
Ex bitches, My last bitch was far from a Rich
Fast Chips G, (?)
Mad rich, it's not for me, I'm careless
Under my may trees, forty blocks up
And
8 Mile, 8 While my shit was stacking
Seven fifty's do eightm My nigga added
Ho wow, Ho now
They think it's magic
I bring the best out your bitch, she living lavish

I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya
I do this for us
I, I, I do this for us