Rick Ross - Penthouse Prayers lyrics

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Rick Ross - Penthouse Prayers lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Sessions] Yeah Bobby Sessions young legend Yeah, hey [Verse 1: Bobby Sessions] I knew that I would eat back in high school at the lunch line I think about it sometimes, war inside the mind I was ten toes on the front line, don't choke when it's crunch time Verses become difficult and hooks harder to come by Hoes harder to fu*k now, boys can't get it bust down Read over them bank statements, the cash ways at Philip chow White I guess was too basic need ice your teeth now Missed out on the car payments, you stressed pacing the street now [Interlude: Bobby Sessions] God I pray for my health More peace, more wealth, more prosperity Please keep these b*tch ass ni**as around me Gotta manifest, hold up Hey, young legend [Verse 2: Bobby Sessions] Mixtape didn't blow up, sit there in the junkyard Show money just slowed up for sale sign in the front yard Gofundme just popped up, hard stop on the gold yard Well respected as an artist, now you need a paint job Please proceed with caution if you move in with a target on you You can't have no Walmart, budget shopping at a Target homie Flow is bad, she left you for a b*tch, now she carpet-munchin' Sparkle left you, I can't buy them bottles with those sparkles on 'em fu*k that opportunity, it's 'bout what you gonna do with it Scales at AJ ruined my record but ni**as ain't even ruin it I threw out all my Glocks, I was grinding eating tuna fish Stressin' over when that be that sh*t that have you losin' it Speak it, watch it manifest, take action and be passionate You can buy your mansion, live luxurious and lavishly Friends become dependent over-extended to your family It's way harder to keep it than to get it, gotta manage it, legend [Chorus: Bobby Sessions] If I die, before I wake from the will here's some M's That's inside my bank Ima spread it to my fam, make sure they good Need mirror to my face deep inside my hood If I die, please don't cry, dry your face Leave roses by my grave while you pop champagne Gold watch in the sky, celebrate my time If I live to see another, swear to god that Ima shine [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Oh my god to the ni**as who be missin' sleep Haven't sat down on a toilet it done been a week Mind focused, eyes open, I'm a mental beast If I make it into heaven pray I send a lease Put my pistol on my person and I lace my sneaks I pull a vengeance from my verses from my enemies Basement boys, penthouse prayers Dead presidents will awake fears Fast pretty cars followed by the rays Payroll for the hitters all expenses paid My ni**a still alive, somebody momma prayin' Kill 'em wit' ya kindness all my momma sayin' Y'all started labels now they all abandoned ni**as runnin' round, but I'm the only standin' Cocaine is still the cargo bu*ton up the panels Know he did it large trafficking the fentanyls Pull up double r's, honey, just a gamble boss 2Pac in my heart such a great example Lit 'em like cigars turn to melted candles I'm leader of the cause Tryin' to raise the banner Biggest

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