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 trying to elevate I'ma stand as a man never above ya [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Shooters in a crowd, 50 carats, they givin' dap My lifestyle get busy, you niggas really rare Put my bitches on, get money, stay out the trap Fuck 'em long, smoke a bong, maybe go get a tat No illusion, quarter millie for this whip I'm cruisin' Caught a deal, hop a plane with Hov and I kept it movin' Mob ties, Santeria, protect me from these shooters Nice suits, so religious, these muthafuckers ruthless Blonde broads, Cuban cigars, shit, I kick the truth Lucky suit, VIP, Double M, T.I. truth Cap guns, stab wounds, they think we having fun Doing shows, fucking hoes, Gunplay's still on the run [Chorus: Spliff Star and Baby Sham] I do this for us Stuck on the grind trying to elevate I'ma stand as a man never above ya [Interlude: Rick Ross] Some niggas choke, Some niggas don't That, da-that, da-that, that, the last ganstas [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pissing 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 niggas and they call it food That's my fool, I assume you know he in the room You hear the boom, 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 fuck with Meek, you gotta fuck with Coon Them my poon, they DC, carve it in my tomb [Chorus: Spliff Star and Baby Sham] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'ma stand as a man never above ya I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'ma 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 you're under my mattress 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 and on my talon The parallel, twist one for Khaled [Chorus: Spliff Star and Baby Sham] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'ma stand as a man never above ya I, I, I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate The la, the la, the last gangstas I do this, I do this for us I do this for, for us (Maybach music)