Rick Ross - I Swear To God

Song Rating: 9.56/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro:]
Watch the real n***as celebrate
All the real n***as selling weight
Watch the real n***as celebrate

[Hook:]
I swear to God, thats on my kids
Every day that Im alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where Im from, when n***as ride, they k** it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, thats on my kids, better mind your business
Five grandll get you k**ed, whats a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 1:]
Im paranoid cause Im in the Porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to God, this d! ck could change your life
So grab your bags, its time to catch a flight
I levitate on all these p**y n***as
I never hate on all these p**y n***as
My tax bracket on some other sh**
I could put you on that mothership

[Hook:]
I swear to God, thats on my kids
Every day that Im alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where Im from, when n***as ride, they k** it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, thats on my kids, better mind your business
Five grandll get you k**ed, whats a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 2:]
Start winning, n***as wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the drivers side window when the Lincoln park
I think these n***as out here reading lips
Salty, we the only n***as eating chips
Gotta separate from all these p**y n***as


You could never hesitate and yous a p**y, n***a
We started off dead broke
Now I got forty million in a f**ing yoke
I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double M, know the Gs, n***a
On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, n***a

[Hook:]
I swear to God, thats on my kids
Every day that Im alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where Im from, when n***as ride, they k** it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money โ€” so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, thats on my kids, better mind your business
Five grandll get you k**ed, whats a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 3:]
Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
Three new flows, thats off top
All white squares, the city on lock
I swear to God, I need a hundred ms
Til the day I die, I plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun
I broke the mold, my total a**ets
Will get you a**holes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
Ill get you a**holes left in the past tense

[Hook:]
I swear to God, thats on my kids
Every day that Im alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where Im from, when n***as ride, they k** it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money โ€” so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, thats on my kids, better mind your business
Five grandll get you k**ed, whats a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 04:56