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rick ross - amazing lyrics

[intro]
regardless of how it goes down, life goes on, am i right?
am i right? am i right?
just the way i’ve conditioned my mindset
for me to stand up position well, i can survive

[verse 1]
living a life of crime is nothing you should glamorize
once you hear your mother smile you had to fantasize
but now it’s jellyfishing all the fish tanks
so rich, think what’s on a n-gg- wrist fake
ain’t jewish, thank jewelers for frank muellers
camp rails, mac 11s they ain’t schoolers
taught us to think foolish, degrade women
call all the b-tches hoes, still amaze with them
gone educated, codeine medicated
every night we celebrated cause we elevated
i am mikey tyson, robin givans in a win
she knocking at the door, don’t let that devil in
ordered the room service, caviar and cannabis
she ordered the nose candy with the candles lit
am laid back, status of a coleon
screaming made back with my yellow roleon

[chorus]
all my watches designer, all my women designer
simple gets them the gaza, i pray you all pray for survival
smiling in your face, mac 11 on his waist
make or break your day better, say your amazing grace
now yuh beefing with motherf-ckers you never heard of
is just another hurdle, they wanna see you murdered
am back to flippin’ burgers, better bust your burners
say my amazing grace, before they reach they verdict

[verse 2]
hey h-lls kitchen burning me a bell pepper
minus the lady, p.i 80 cuz it smells better
say my amazing grace, she says she’s just a phase
my lessons is to stay, am not in this for fame
minus the hoe sh-t, the most ’emo-sh-t’
versace, neils, 60 mils selling blow sh-t
coudn’t make a layer, labelled the brick layer
pull up at the park in the six player
six speed all the fares they can follow
am at the delano, where my model melado
turn the strip club into an arcade
for a coin you could play dem bras, broad day
get them junkies blowing before i master the junky code
chip is funny still i started bringing money home
still think it’s a game, am at your high score
call it a rap beef, b-tch am down to die for

[chorus] [x2]

[outro]
all my watches designer, all my women designer
they wanna see you murdered, better bust your burner
that’s all i know, got a feeling
100 million up, that’s the realest
(made back music)

- rick ross lyrics

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