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[Intro]
J.U.S.T.I.C.E League

[Chorus: John Legend]
Oh, glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) Oh, you can find me in my Maybach
Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
Oh, ah, Maybach Music
(Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Flows mind-blowing, these niggas switching the topic
All drick-riders, your label labeled erotic
You got a couple dollars, but really it’s barely modest
Couldn’t sign me if you niggas was payin’ homage
Playin’ both side, convicted you with verdict
Play a lil’ rider, come hit you up for the murder
Chains all hollow, I peeped soon as I heard it
These niggas be talkin’ shooter, but quick to send they attorney
Is it really real, like Cand Lady allure?
Money overboard, the kilos washin’ ashore
Pains on the boy, Versace down to the drawers
Currency come in Crypto, you know they tapin’ our calls
Chariots and lofts, niggas legs crossed
Talkin’ long money, but they conversation’s short
New accolades with women for me to toss
They call it “the road to riches”, regardless, I had to walk
Now it’s too many cars, they say I live in a bubble
But I make it the point, we poppin’ all through the Summer
Got the pilots and gunners, receivers, passers and punters
My pockets playin’ for keeps, G’s get more than what’s common
I made a few mistakes, I pray I get to repent
The passion came from the pain, I’m paitin’ you all my sins
Warhol, Art Basel how it’s so soft
More raw till Hov cut the ‘fro off

[Chorus: John Legend]
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) Oh, you can find me in my Maybach
Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
Oh, ah, Maybach Music

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Let’s go for a ride, to where your heart desire
I put your heart in drive, I’ll let you borrow mine
My feet on top the clouds, I walk a thousand miles
She got them soft pussy lips, call it cotton mouth
And I’m on auto pilot, got a larger closet
I’m at target practice, you at Target shoppin’
Second hand smoke got her vision fallin’ cloudy
Her eyes get so watery, them bitches started drownin’
On the ride of a lifetime
Watch out for the rats, mice, cons and the pythons
So Triple H, my God, I’m so sky high
Comin’ down from the night sky, like a lightening rod
Shine like some ice, nice fives like a kite flyin’
No strings attached, we replace it with a lifeline
Out of body feelin’, out our clothes and our right mind
Baby, ride me like a bumpy road to the high rise, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: John Legend]
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) You can find me in my Maybach
Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
Oh, ah, Maybach Music
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) Oh, Maybach Music

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Hell of a year, true colors exposed
Crowns on these clowns, it’s like you colored they nose
We talking skillset or popularity goals
When you speak truth to the power, your popularity grows
Peers switch gears out of relevance or fear
When their name’s not as hot as who they wanna stand near
All you niggas weird, how could you compare
When you say you been rich but we need that shit like veneers
For every hundred thousand dollar chain I see
On a thousandaire’s neck, that I dare not be
Young nigga, old nigga, you all the same to me
Just one slick tweet from treading dangerously
Rare form, airborne since Clairborne
Been fly like a runway was cleared for him
White wedding, Vogue had the exclusive
Any blemish on my past was prostitution
Sit back and let them draw their own conclusions
A picture’s worth a thousand words, Mr. Houston
You wonder why cocaine’s up in every song?
When music fell cocaine righted every wrong
White Ferrari Bo Derek
But the inside’s black standing boll legged
Go home and go get it
Your Miami rental cars are sleeping in my garage motherfuckers

[Chorus: John Legend]
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) You can find me in my Maybach
Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
Oh, ah, Maybach Music
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) Oh, Maybach Music

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rick Ross was reportedly hospitalized early Friday morning
Sources close to Rick Ross tell **** that he’s been hooked up to a machine that’s taking over the function of his heart and lungs
He’s reported getting treatment in the cardiac unit, which is a strong sign that he could’ve suffered a heart attack that started as a respiratory problem early Thursday morning
He’s hooked up to an ECMO, which is a form of life support
This story is still developing
M’-M’-M’
M’-M’-M’
Extremely painful
That’s what I call this right here
Oh, yo (Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Wake up out a coma, frozen in the moment
You could have the biggest clique, but you gon’ die a loner
Tubes down my throat, rules that I broke
All these quotes that I wrote and never cared to vote
What good is all the wealth, shittin’ on yourself? (M’-M’-M’)
I’ll give you back the money just to get my health
All the rifles on the block be fully automatic (M’-M’-M’)
Kids dying in the projects while we living lavish
Welfare cheese and the pigeon P’s
I’ma skip the lobster tails, I want the chicken wings (M’-M’-M’)
I pray it come a day when everybody eat
Your president on Twitter while my people on the street
Half these niggas snakes, others wanna leech
Never cared what you make ’cause it’s in my reach
Every day I wake up and I pray for Black Bo
Damn, I miss my nigga, that’s what really matter most

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that
And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back
Know that we miss y’all, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We rich forever, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
Ballin’ on ’em, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We them niggas and they hatin’ that (M’-M’-M’)

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh, they know it ain’t nobody triller, yeah
Lonely at the top but I’m up here, yeah
Ain’t no feeling in this world better than this one, yeah
I might load some rounds before I let him kill me
Can’t let my family down, man, that shit’ll kill me
If I give you it all, what I’ma give my children?
Like a patdown, gotta feel me
Ain’t where I wanna be now, but I will be, yeah
Hustle hard, get the paper, never stop
Never quit, I’m on top, I’m on top of my shit
I can flaunt my shit, I went hard for this shit, yeah
Uh, you know (You know)
You know (You know)
That a change gon’ come (A change gon’ come)
The finer things gon’ come (Finer things gon’ come)

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that (M’-M’-M’)
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that
And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back
Know that we miss y’all, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We rich forever, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
Ballin’ on ’em, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We them niggas and they hatin’ that

[Verse 3: Ball Greezy]
My closest homie got me rollin’ with one in the head
I got the joke but disagreed on the shit that he said
What happened to the perfect picture? (M’-M’-M’)
That’s what you get for tryna work with niggas
If it’s fuck the other side, then that’s what it is
After every murder, celebrating off in LIV
How you jealous of a nigga’s swag?
When every bird I got fronted, I broke it in half? (M’-M’-M’)
Every Sunday on my phone, watching TD Jakes
Readin’ scriptures to my soul helped me see the snakes
Drop the top on the foreign when the feds out
Acting like FCI ain’t givin’ bids out
Just to think about my youngin, it just give me chills
Niggas jeopardize they weed just to drop a grill
Glorifyin’ snitch niggas who be cuttin’ deals
Let ’em go against the code for a dollar bill (M’-M’-M’)

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that
And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back
Know that we miss y’all, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We rich forever, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
Ballin’ on ’em, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We them niggas and they hatin’ that

[Outro]
Maybach Music
Port of Miami 2
Yes, we are
Yes, we are, oh
Oh-woah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no

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[Intro]
Such a cloudy day, uh
Help  me‚ Lord
Yeah 
Oh‚ Lord
Oh‚ Lord
Hold  ya head, nigga
Hold  ya head, nigga
Lord‚ Lord
Oh,  Lord
What’s a hundred grand to a young nigga?
My dog doin’ twenty as a young nigga
I’m prayin’ for his son, he’s a young nigga
Strapped  with my gun as a young nigga

[Verse 1]
Hundred round‚ nigga, hangin’ out a Chevrolet (Huh)
Just a young nigga tryna see my fuckin’ pay (Ahh)
My daddy caught a bus, never lookin’ back
Got me standin’ in the rain, first fifty pack (Woo)
It’s never been the same, now I’m gettin’ stacks
Tattooed names on a nigga back (Black)
Rest in peace, nigga, to my lil’ niggas (‘Nut)
Rest in peace, dyin’ as a lil’ nigga (P-Nut)
Buried like a soldier, he’s a true nigga (P-Nut)
Throw the flag on his casket, he’s a true nigga (P-Nut)
You pussy niggas talkin’ like you knew niggas
Young niggas, y’all some new niggas

[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young nigga (Huh)
Gold watches fascinate a young nigga (Huh)
Fine bitches fascinate a young nigga (Yeah)
They just wanna assassinate a young nigga (Woo)

[Verse 2]
They wanna give you five (Five), wanna give you ten (Ten)
Fifteen (Fifteen), send you back again (Damn)
Gave my dog life, said he was a killa (Killa)
Conspiracy for me ’cause I run with dealers (Whoa)
Gave a nigga thirty, he converted Muslim (Inshallah)
Top down, nigga, got them bitches lookin’ (Inshallah)
Real nigga, Gs on my belt buckle (Huh)
Huggin’ on my mama ’cause niggas don’t love ya (I love ya)
Cold pistol, nigga, cold bullets (I love ya)
Shout out to my dog, he gon’ pull it
I put that on my soul, that’s on everythang
I put that on my soul, that’s on everythang (Maybach Music)

[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young nigga (Huh)
TV fascinate a young nigga (Huh)
Yella hoes fascinate a young nigga
Hey, hey

[Verse 3]
I be cryin’ in my car, nigga
Nightmares of dyin’ in my car, nigga (I ain’t lyin’)
I just wanna stack my meatloaf
I just wanna keep my heat close (I got it)
I heard a nigga killed his self
I heard a nigga killed his self
I’ma ride ’til it’s all gone
Uh, I’ma ride ’til it’s all gone
Rest in peace to the trill
Rest in peace to the real
Straight from me, nigga will
And believe me, a nigga will

[Interlude]
Oh
Maybach Music
Oh
Whoa
I know you goin’ through some thangs, nigga
I got chills goin’ up my arm
My nigga gone

[Verse 4]
Pussy nigga, I’m independent
Pussy nigga, I want every pendant
Keep your business, keep your phones, nigga
I’m tryna do my own, nigga
Keep them pussy-boys from ’round me, nigga (Oh Lord)
Keep all pussy-boys from ’round me, nigga (Please, Jesus)
Keep all pussy-boys from ’round me, nigga (Please, Jesus)
I’m scared, these pussy-boys surroundin’, nigga
I’m so real, I’m so real
I’m so real, I’m so real
I feel alone, nigga, all alone (I’m so alone)
I feel alone, nigga, all alone

[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young nigga (Young nigga)
Gold watches fascinate a young nigga (I got ’em all)
Fine bitches fascinate a young nigga (I want ’em all)
They just wanna assassinate a young nigga

[Post-Chorus]
What’s a hundred grand to a young nigga?
My dog doin’ twenty as a young nigga
I’m prayin’ for his son, he’s a young nigga
Strapped with my gun as a young nigga

[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young nigga
Gold watches fascinate a young nigga
Fine bitches fascinate a young nigga
They just wanna assassinate a young nigga

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Got a question, you afraid of death?
That’s the only question I got for you
Huh

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Rats in the sewer dance when I die (When I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (When I cry)
I was born to kill, livin’ is a crime (Is a crime)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (Money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don’t make me peel it (Make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it’s like I need a rush (Need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Need a flush)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Choppers on the seat as I listen to Meek
Speakin’ less to niggas as bodies increase
See me on your set, better check your circumference
Might end up on your back and not bein’ responsive
I was forced to kill ’cause I want to live
And if you wanna buy a crib, they give you thirty years (Thirty years)
Me against the world, pistol in your clutch (In your clutch)
They like to call it freedom, it was never such (It was never such)
Niggas on the porch, weed in the blunts (In the blunts)
You go against the team, you ain’t seen in months (Seen in months)
Bitch nigga died, bitch niggas die (Niggas die)
Flowers on his grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Pocket full of money and I need the most
I tell ’bout what you are, you niggas’ needle’s low (Needle’s low)
Bitches know you broke just lookin’ at your hoes (At your hoes)
They need some newer purses than they shit they post (Shit they post)

[Pre-Chorus: Rick Ross]
Kilo in the mornin’, skip the cappuccino (Cappuccino)
Bomb under my car like I was Al Pacino (Al Pacino)
Flowers for a king, flowers for a king (For a king)
So, the very day I die, this song you sing (Song you sing)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Rats in the sewer dance when I die (When I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (When I cry)
I was born to kill, livin’ is a crime (Is a crime)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (Money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don’t make me peel it (Make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it’s like I need a rush (Need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Need a flush)

[Interlude: Jeezy]
Let’s go, Snow

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I ain’t playin’ wit’ ’em, no way, no how (No how)
Got the .40 in my ‘Didas sweats right now (Boom)
I’m knockin’ everything down, bowl three strikes
Had to count up all the paper, took me three nights
Pray the Lord protect my soul, I’m just tryna make it (Make it)
Had to leave them niggas ‘lone, they was thinkin’ basic (Yeah)
So many hundreds in my pocket like some Hammer pants (Hammer pants)
Shit be funny ’til you ridin’ in that ambulance (Woo)
Say my name three times, I’m the Candy Man (Snow)
So many verts outside, call it Candy Land (Dope)
Pussy nigga turned to owls, they like, “Who nigga?” (Who nigga?)
Brought them bananas for the monkeys at the zoo, nigga (Yeah)

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Jeezy]
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Rats in the sewer dance when I die (When I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (When I cry)
I was born to kill, livin’ is a crime (Is a crime, Snow)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (Money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don’t make me peel it (Make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it’s like I need a rush (Need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Need a flush)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Powers of position I’m addicted to
That’s what sweepin’ up the block just for a nickel do
I put down nickel rocks just in the nick of time
Now that S500 Benz just circle fifty times
Hundred shots, don’t make me put that .50 down *gunshot*
When that bitch go off, I bet it make a nigga proud
Walk up on you and he make a piggy sound
Then I’m back to the strip club to blow a bitch allowance
We know them niggas tellin’ but we hustle harder (Hustle harder)
I was born to kill, I pray I die a martyr (Die a martyr)
You should die today but I’ma try tomorrow (Try tomorrow)
I always end a threat that’s followed by the flowers
I just got a phone call, that boy Bo Diddley home
I bet in thirty days that boy be fifty strong
Race to get a million just the way we think
Middle of the summer in a cheetah mink (Cheetah mink)

[Pre-Chorus: Rick Ross]
Kilo in the mornin’, skip the cappuccino (Cappuccino)
Bomb under my car like I was Al Pacino (Al Pacino)
Flowers for a king, flowers for a king (For a king)
So, the very day I die, this song you sing (Song you sing)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Rats in the sewer dance when I die (When I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (When I cry)
I was born to kill, livin’ is a crime (Is a crime)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (Money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don’t make me peel it (Make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it’s like I need a rush (Need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Need a flush)

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[Intro]
Exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark

[Verse 1]
Damn, that shit hurt, bae
That shit hurt in the worst way
Why’d we fight in the first place?
Always mad on a Monday
Mind on a runway
I see you wanna run ‘way
Sometimes I wanna run away, yeah

[Chorus]
I can’t keep focusing on anybody
I have to focus on myself
I can’t keep focusing on anybody
In order to get closer to myself
Hurt, hurt, ayy
In order to get closer to myself
Hurt, hurt, ayy
In order to get closer to myself

[Verse 2]
Damn, that shit hurt, bae
Damn, that shit hurt, bae
That shit hurt in the worst ways
Why’d we fight in the first place?
Man, that shit hurt, bae
Always mad on a monday
And my mind on a runway
Sometimes I wanna run away

[Chorus]
I can’t keep focusing on anybody
I have to focus on myself
I can’t keep focusing on anybody
In order to get closer to myself
Hurt, hurt, ayy
In order to get closer to myself
Hurt, hurt, ayy
In order to get closer to myself