Rick Ross Black Opium Lyrics

[Intro: The Crowd & Rick Ross]
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

[Chorus: Spliff Star and Baby Sham]
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna' elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Shooters in crowd with 50 carats, they giving dap
My livestyle get busy, you niggas really rap
Put my bitches on, get money, stay out the trap
f*ck 'em long, smoke a bong maybe go get a tat
No illusion, quarter millie for this whip I'm cruzin
Caught a deal up a plane with Hov and I kept it movin
Mob ties, (Send a re-up?), protect me from these shooters
Nice suits, so religious, these muthaf*ckers ruthless
Blond broads, Cuban cigars, shit I get the true
(Lovely suit?), VIP, double M.C are truth
Cap guns, Stab wounds, they think we're having fun
Doing shows, f*cking hoes, Gunplay's still on the run

[Chorus: Spliff Star and Baby Sham]
I do this for us
Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
I'mma stand as a man never above ya

[Rick Ross:]
Some niggas choke, Some niggas don't

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Pissin in portable potties out at the public school
Late to class, walk the halls then wanna run with tools
Say your name, what's your gang, my people wrote the rule
4th of July, light up the sky, step on my shoes
All I do is feed eat?, niggas and they call it food That's my fool?, I assume you know he's in the room
You hear the boom *Gun Pop*, soul floating like a balloon
Fatal wound, if war niggas yell “I played the rules”
A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consume
Still fill the room; King of Diamond, go get the broom
Dreamchasers you f*ck with Meek, you gotta f*ck with Combs
They're my Poon?
They're DC, carve it in my tomb

[Chorus: Spliff Star and Baby Sham]
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

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I only take time out for all my bad bitches
Ex-bitches, my last bitch was far from average
Fast whips, G wagon that's horse and carriage
Marriage is not for me I'm rich and careless
Ex-ex relax under my mattres
40 blocks of white, that Marshall Mathers
8 mile, a while my shit was stagnant
Seven fifties do ‘8' figures, young nigga at it
Ho wow, ho now, they think it's magic
I bring the best out your bitch, she livin lavish
Mink drapes, prince cape is on my (?), the parallel twig (twin?) of a Caroling (Carolingian)

[Chorus: Spliff Star and Baby Sham]
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