da mob, deeper than a rap All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest Yeah, they want a nigga dead, they envy my success
drop/ Yo / but u ain't really that hood though/ yo girl really a hoe doe/ and ya whole hood know/ and I brought the chain really gold never eva rose/
You didna??t see this coming The heat so intoxicating Standing there as your empire burns Standing proud and picturesque You rose from the grave into
Once I lived a life of wine and roses And I drank a lot back then for one concern Success for me lay just around the corner I thought my social friends
guarantees Of a rose-colored existence Progress comes slowly - always met with A measure of ruthless Resistance Whether it's the pleasure of success Or
heart to see dame fuckin' wit me Worse than that, the whole game fuckin' wit me A little beef, a few lames fuckin' wit me They actin' like success,
am here now, say what you want I know I got something you want I am here now, think what you want This is my life, let's get it on It's like a curse being successful
world Where you changed the hearts of everyone so easily Then you crossed the Irish sea to see London and beyond Where your star it rose and rose
I wouldn't be able to tell the difference I can't sleep in this bed anymore It's like a padded cell The sheets are too tight [ ? ] A man of your success
the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl Send you a bowl of roses, we
On the morning we parted, how sad the farewell Our words, they were few, but our thoughts none could tell And when lost to my vision far over the brine I drank your success
circle the globe with my circle of friends Someone I am crazy for is crazy for me I'm his personal pat Wow how lucky can you get He there gorgeous! Big success
He didn't walk out It was me who walked out It was me closing the door "hello, operator? " I'd like to place a long distance call to a mr. Billy rose
road to destiny I need no directions Far to southerners, the best man the winner And only this morning does the best man remember Fighters seen the weak, more success
Once I lived a life of wine and roses and I drank a lot back then for one concern Success for me lay just around the corner I thought my social friends
a big success Could be famous Could be a big success Could become a star Could be famous Could be a big success Could be famous Could be a big success
hand And in the monastery garden sat a woman with a book A manuscript that lay within her frail and trembling arms She looked around her nervously as guilt rose