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[Intro: Bill Whitaker & Mike Tyson]
Bill: Look at this stuff, this is history here you're history
Mike: This is garbage I can say I bled for garbage
Bill: So this is meaningless

Mike: No, at one time it meant a lot. When you're just a young
Kid this is everything to you, then you realize your priorities change
And you just want your children to be happy and
Do nice things and that makes you happy. This is nothing
This is just nothing man...

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I can talk about the bodies, I could tell you 'bout the killing
Duct taping niggas in the name of drug dealin'
Big body Benzes while the bitch ni*gas starve
Turtleneck Mercedes blowin' smoke up out the top

Time to talk about the money, I can tell you bout a profit
Ocean front spot moving ni*gas out the projects
Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto's guillotine
Fuckin' with them jewelers ni*ga lit up like a screen, HD

Look at me ballin' I'm talkin' high definition
F*ckin' up six digits, boy that's just my definition
Ni*gas gotta get murked but I'm just minding my business
Bought three Range Rovers dolo, so fuck Expedition

On the road to the riches until I'm paid in full
And the Lord is my witness, I got a AK to pull
These ni*gas full of shit, my ni*gas moving bricks
I could front you fifty, but you gotta move 'em quick, my moolah thick

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face
Better blow out your brains before you give me a case
Got the forty by my dick I keep on pi*sin' on the hammer
When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana

High definition I'm stacking money to the ceiling
F*ck my ho feelings, look here, it's time to make a killin
Got a hundred silent niggas and they fiending for a million
High definition b*tches, my life a motion picture

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I could talk about the b*tches, I could tell you 'bout the bricks
Pull up in the Bentley I could pop up in the six
Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club
Sound of the propeller had my young b*tch busting nuts

Ni*gas wanna crack jokes just to get close to me
Hope you know that I'm strapped like I supposed to be
Put a number on your helmet like it's Notre Dame
5 grand'll get you whacked, won't even know your name

Road to the riches until I'm paid in full
And the Lord is my witness we making major moves
God forgives and I don't, I got it tatted in my skin
I'm going straight to hell that's if ballin' is a sin

Crucifix on my neck I pray it never melt
Pacquiao purse, boy I took another belt
Take a seat, I'm undefeated in this art of war
Rest in peace to the pus*ies, it's time to Scar some more