Rick Ross - A Miracle lyrics

Rick Ross: Trilla Bird-man: brrrr! [Webbie] The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him sh** Ridin' round town glamor and glistenin' Ya don't won't my position, I'm spittin facts Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back Be black goin' back, I got pistols on deck They gave cuz seven flat, how many n***as goin' rat Check my tats, ya never heard of dis ya suppose to man It had to fair, now I meet the family and them, it packed at Madison Square I had career, I supposed to be right back there with them I owed it to him, I know it I show it Don't wanna blow it or pour it For the streets, give me a beat i'm a roll it Show it wit them, leavin' magic But I knew I had it in savage It got crucial I ain't panic, when yall want it, I ran it I remember when my granny said anything was to happen From slangin', hustlin', to trappin' Laugin', prayin', jackin' I'm blowin' on granddaddy and all my kids happy its a miracle [Chorus: x 2] It seem like I'm dreamin', ah somebody pinch me Am I supposed be in the spot that I'm in, is dis really real All these years, am I really here Have I really live what they call a miracle [Birdman] How u shoot clips, put it in the air Mean mug them n***as and have no fear Play the game wit them stripes, put it in his life Ten on the mic, n***a do it the same night It's a miracle, the way I bend them corners on them Get up early on them, get dis money on them A miracle, a lot I bought on, crib I paid on, thangs I got on A miracle, fresh crush to diamond ice, place in one price, did it for one night A miracle, I don't lived the high life Shined in high lights, did it with gun fights A miracle, n***a it was hell we came in Money didn't come in, hell we went in A miracle, no time lyin' homie Time for crime homie, time for dyin' homie [Chorus: x 2] [Rick Ross] It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live 'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95 Ridin' wit my boys dealin' dope gettin' high Crackers tryin' to give me time, and we ain't talkin' 5 n***as talk fly so that pistol by my side My baby mama f**in', all my homies on the sly I see all through the corner of n***a eyes So I keep my shades on, and my face up at the sky Pistons get the power, snitchin' is for cowards I got plasmas in the shower, and my b**hes snortin' powder I'm a g, my life a movie, I got rubber Uzi's in my jacuzzi They think I'm biggie, I'm bumpin' juicy wit several groupies I got beamers and business, b**h they all on deuces I got the product, and when ya drop it, it never loses The prey get prayed on, k**ers get prayed for It dis a dream, I pray I never wake up [Chorus: x 2]