Rick Ross - Mafia Music II lyrics

[Rick Ross] Kilograms were the key to my success I apologize being so discreet with my connects Lamborghinis were figments of my imagination Whoever figured the figures this figure would be making Plenty cream my women pose like figurines Whips weaving through traffic the triple black centipedes Oh please let a n***a breathe Dilated pupils are the seeds of a n***as greed With 20 g's in my denim jeans If she f**ing me she lucky just to get some Chuck E. Cheese I bust my nut and holla lucky me Its tatted in my vein I remain s**er free My vocal like an atom bomb in the Avalon Black roses for singing the saddest song As Salamu Alaykum to paper Walaikum Salam Im the don inshallah, now pour me my Dom Being gangstas a cold job Wack a n***a go rejoice with a blow job Always wanted Rolls Royce with no job Then again all I fear is a dope charge All I fear is a dope charge Tell me whats the odds for appeals for a dope boy Who shed tears for a dope boy Oh what happens to the kids of the dope boy Orphans, f**ing orphans Born defending some n***a never been on offence Now its shrimp, order more shrimp My neighbourhood a rackett I practice my importance You know we hustle to the key of life Moving weed and white before we learn to read and write So f** a tutor pay attention to my shooter f**ing me today but next she be f**ing Luda We a**holes with fast cars and cash flow My last load was gift wrapped by Castro I did it all but the blow was my specialty Mental telepathy directly in my recipe Ahh, 2 mill on my second home Still stepping on a couple bricks of that methadone I got a method for getting money like RZA do Resurrected Big Poppa in the physical Reincarnated the realest I'm getting revenue 10 mill borrowed from my peers in the federal And thats several for slinging in Atlanta But the way they dress you never knew Thought they seen a better view But the feds had a rat named Reginald That put em on a pedestal the conviction was incredible The moral of the story was Ain't no happy ending for a thug I think of 2Pac, I think of Biggie now Look how they getting down, I went and bought a 50 Cal We all go when we gotta go My Glock hole bigger than Nicki Minaj camel toe So let the panel know we back, the commission intact Teflon Don in all black fulfilling contracts I'm only here to supersede my successors RIP Paul Castellano, Myer Lansky, Bumpy Johnson, Al Capone T-Roger, Tookie Williams, Carlo Gambino and last but not least John Gotti Teflon Don (Ross, Ross, ross)