The Hit Factory Criteria, Miami, FL - Pirates lyrics

[Intro] I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you n***as it's game over, huh? Pray for me [Verse 1] Hallucination of money, while n***a's stomach just rumble Had to f** with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles n***a livin' in rubble, but then I'm labelled a rebel Any n***a wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill Steppin' off the Sonoma with the black duffle bag filled Got a cute b**h with me, favor Kimora, for real Got Meek Mill on the celly (Meek Milli!) that n***a worth a few mil I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply Witness real n***as fail, and watch you f** n***as strive Witness b**h n***as tell, Jabar just got twenty-five At this point in my life, I'm just tryna survive Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine Makaveli returns, it's God forgives, and I don't Resurrection of the real, time to get the richer than Trump [Hook] I'm rollin' the dice, four, five, six Young n***a, nineteen, four or five bricks Prayin' on you n***as, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate [Break] Tryna keep my head above water, n***a We pirates out here, n***a, just trying to stay afloat And I ride for my n***as [Verse 2] Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches Panameras abortion, marijuana imported Dreams of gettin' cream and never to be extorted Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it Product is in demand, profit not far behind Got on my mother pearl, she f**in' up father time Babies be havin' babies, I'm talkin' 'bout how I grind n***as thinkin' it's voodoo the way bricks be multiplyin' Affiliated with wealth, a**ociated with d**h Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf Straight Grim Reaper, Air Jordans walkin' the streets Blackberry boss, one call, ya put to sleep [Hook] I'm rollin' the dice, four, five, six Young n***a, nineteen, four or five bricks Prayin' on you n***as, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate [Outro] The Lord is my light and my salvation But I see none of you f** n***as f** what you heard, n***a I need to feel it I need to smell it I need to see it