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      Ten Jesus Pieces (Ft. Stalley)

      Ten Jesus Pieces (Ft. Stalley)

      Rick Ross

      Album: God Forgives

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      Rick Ross - Ten Jesus Pieces (Ft. Stalley) Música y Letra

      God forgives, he's so honorable
      But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself
      You will not have that luxury
      
      I wake up excited, i made it through the night
      Things i did in the dark, will it ever see the light?
      My nurse should be a wreck, i got a bad chick
      She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs
      I think i'm a genius, hundred grand a fucking feature
      I do at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer
      Went from benihana to bimini in bahamas
      Ten chains, no luggage, i'm a big timer
      Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding
      My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing
      On the block in my all white sneakers
      Lord knows that my ten jesus pieces
      Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong
      My homie in the cell, so i had to write a poem
      Count mills for the times that we had it hard
      Asking for a hundred mill as i pray to god
      
      I do this for my niggas facing hard times
      Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
      Ten chains on, eric b with mob ties
      Rakim flows, coming from the far side
      Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
      Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
      I pray for every soul that this music reaches
      Bury me a g, ten jesus pieces
      
      Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down
      Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (i miss you peanut)
      Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)
      Shopping for them os when the mall close
      Repping for your homies when they all gone
      Get empowered then you put your dog on (real shit)
      All black tees, ten gold chains
      At the super bowl, but we in the dope game
      Ten years strong in the same trap
      Ten years blowing on that strong path
      Lord knows that i wanna live right
      But lord knows what that club liv like (right)
      Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand
      Lord what he got it rolled up in a rubber band
      Holding on the forty in his other hand
      Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland
      
      I do this for my niggas facing hard times
      Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
      Ten chains on, eric b with mob ties
      Rakim flows, coming from the far side
      Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
      Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
      I pray for every soul that this music reaches
      Bury me a g, ten jesus pieces
      
      I'm his poltergeist, niggas know i'm more than nice
      All these jewels on, all boys are nice
      I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster
      Black card maxed out, damn black brother
      White collar, black market
      Chrome smith and wesson, back pocket
      Eight shot, bitch i'm a top shotta
      Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter
      I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither
      Never blackmail a motherfucking killer
      On trial and they wanna execute me
      It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me
      True g to the core, feel my texture
      A true g keeps it raw in his lecture
      Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers
      Dope boy style, ten jesus pieces
      
      I do this for my niggas facing hard times
      Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
      Ten chains on, eric b with mob ties
      Rakim flows, coming from the far side
      Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
      Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
      I pray for every soul that this music reaches
      Bury me a g, ten jesus pieces
      
      Versace shirt, jesus laying on the chest
      Man i swear big did it the best, i mean
      Nas did it fresh, jay did it fresh, i mean
      Ye did it fresh, but man big did it the best
      And i was so impressed that i went and got ten
      Now i'm stunting on these niggas cause i couldn't back in
      Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum
      And i wear them all at once, i ain't trying to match them
      I remember bumping mac 10 and that deuce in the corner
      Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda
      Now my strength is up and i'm dangling chains off my shoulders
      But no jesus piece on mine, cause at times i feel ashamed
      For the reason that i rhyme
      And they say, cause i'm muslim i shouldn't think about the shine
      Or even put it in a rhyme
      It's better things i could talk about or put my money towards
      But for now, i'ma wear these ten chains and floss
      
      I do this for my niggas facing hard times
      Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
      Ten chains on, eric b with mob ties
      Rakim flows, coming from the far side
      Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
      Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
      I pray for every soul that this music reaches
      Bury me a g, ten jesus pieces
      
      We untouchable...

      Rick Ross - Ten Jesus Pieces (Ft. Stalley) Música y Letra

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