Rick Ross - Ten Jesus Pieces lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] God forgives, He's so honorable But living amongst thieves and n***as like myself You will not have that luxury [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I wake up excited, I made it through the night Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light? My nerves should be a wreck, I got a bad chick She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a f**ing feature I do at least three a week, roll up the f**ing reefer Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer n***as claim that they thugging when they dick-riding My n***as rather walk, do they own brick climbing On the block in my all white sneakers Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces Pray for me cause you know a n***a doing wrong My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem Count mills for the times that we had it hard Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God [Hook: Rick Ross] I do this for my n***as facing hard times Can't be on them corners if you hustling part time Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties Rakim flows, coming from the Pharcyde Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives I pray for every soul that this music reaches Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Young n***a coming up, they wanna gun you down Drinking vodka in the memory of my n***a, damn (I miss you Peanut) Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them n***a) Shopping for them Os when the mall close Repping for your homies when they all gone Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real sh**) All black tees, ten gold chains At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game Ten years strong in the same trap Ten years blowing on that strong pack Lord knows that I wanna live right But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right) Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand Lil Wodie got it rolled up in a rubber band Holding on the forty in his other hand Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm his poltergeist, n***as know I'm more than nice All these j**els on, all Moissanites I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster Black card maxed out, damn black brother White collar, black minded Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket Eight shot, b**h I'm a top shotta Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter I'm flyin' first cla** as the snakes slither Never blackmail a motherf**ing k**er On trial and they wanna execute me It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me True G to the core, feel my texture A true G keeps it raw in his lecture Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces [Hook] [Verse 4: Stalley] Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best And I was so impressed that I went and got ten Now I'm stunting on these n***as cause I couldn't back then Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my shoulders But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed For the reason that I rhyme And they say, because I'm m**m I shouldn't think about the shine Or even put it in a rhyme It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards But for now, I'mma wear these ten chains and floss [Hook] [Outro: Rick Ross] We untouchable [A man speaking in Wolof] ? [Some other guy] Mi historia es complicada, pero al final del dia valio la pena, porque ahora estoy trabajando con el jefe Yo vivi en Colombia y vivi muchas cosas, me entiende? Vi muertes...vi muertes...vi cuerpos en las calles, sangrando despues del colegio, con 12, 13 años viendo estas cosas en la calle Y siempre queria venir para aqui otra vez, y me vine, y trabaje porque tenia otra mentalidad. Y cuando llegue aca entendi mi proposito: hacer dinero, ser rico para siempre Dios perdona, yo no