Rick Ross - The Realist Livin' lyrics
[Verse 1: Ace Hood] OK now hood off in this motherf**er Got the n***as all rolling hollering Beast back in this mother f**er And im into this b**h don't make me click off in this motherf**er Better ask them b**hes, I'll be swimming on they distance lover Wanna have my baby, trick you crazy I keeps a rubber Never ever play me for no s**er And I ain't stutter I ain't into that bull I sip Moscato and I'm lay back That brand new Maserati inside of a suede black And the chick I'm with hella thick just know that I filet that I swear that p**y good she good she looky love the nookie I'm just a n***a who addicted to this money flow Ain't nobody on his level run and tell him fo That's real sh**, I swear my swagger keep an attitude Pistol on me homie, he won't show no gratitude! Don't want no problems, let this bust off in your blatter too Standing ovation for the realest n***a in the room [Bridge: Ace Hood] From the day that I was born, up out the womb Pledge allegiance to keep to real and pay my dues Honor the mother and the father, d**h 'for dishonor I am my brothers keeper and that's before the mighty dollar Standing ovation! [Hook: Ace Hood] For the realest n***a livin' Standing ovation! For the realest n***a livin' Standing ovation! For the realest n***a livin' Standing ovation! For the realest n***a livin' Standing ovation! [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest? They say that God don't fear nobody I'm his splitting image Look in my eyes and see the beast My kind is rare invented Choppa on the seat will have you call on your religion? Father God come and bless me, I'm a sinner mane You know these n***as talking tough gone need a dinner plan Don't make me send those n***as, off into that mini van I ain't no pillar, put a thousand on yo brother head Real sh**, you're looking at the realest living though Only n***as speaking real, I never sugarcoat Way to many n***as banging and they're selling dope Don't know a thing about it, I just get my hustle on! To legit the quit, I really got my heater chrome Call that style my BFF and I don't leave you home! And that's word to my momma, don't want no drama Loyal to the bone, and that's before I see the commas [Bridge: Ace Hood] From the day that I was born, up out the womb Pledge allegiance to keep to real and pay my dues Honor the mother and the father, d**h 'for dishonor I am my brothers keeper and that's before the mighty dollar Standing ovation! [Hook: Ace Hood] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Smoking like Harry Potter My flow keep getting hotter She dances to my singles Bet she just want a dollar Uh, but I got her, I know she a dog She know that I'm balling, she know who the boss Got the 2 door the 4 door I even get the trucks Getting loo like ma ludo Mommy, I got the bucks Call it k**ers, they're lurking I see 'em in the gust Remember as soon as I point a finger, you're getting touched Play with fire, I could get you sent to hell Angel of d**h, I could hit her on the cell Speed dial, double MG (Maybach Music) God forgives and I don't you n***as will see [Hook: Ace Hood]