Blessing in Disguise

[Verse 1: Scarface]

­I live just enough for the city so I get by

Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my

Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so

Greed breeds jealous, niggas out here wantin' info's

Catch a nigga slippin', put a bullet in his temple

Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple

My kinfolk, call it what I'm livin' like the high life

Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind right

I, I tell you I got 20/20 hindsight

See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes tight

My mind like, game recognize that

Real recognize real, still .45 strapped

Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get shot down

Hero, it ain't nothin' but a sandwich, call the cops now

Fuck the police, stop runnin'

White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunnin'

Down the innocent, in the beginnin' it's:

"You was doin' 50 in the 35", the endin' is:

"You fit the description of the subject in this incident

We gon' have to take you downtown for some questionin'"

Damn, a blessin' in disguise if you ask me

I was just about to hit the highway with my last ki

Could it be that maybe God has intervened?

Spared my life like he did so many times in between?

A half a block away from the crime scene

A minute earlier and that was me, think

I've been knowin' Ross since he was Teflon

Same nigga now as back then, nothin' stepped on

Dopeman, dopeman yellin'

Cook it 'til it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it

Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it

Death to them niggas gettin' caught go and tellin'

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

And every time I turn around, y'all got somethin' to say about me

But y'all don't know a damn thing about me

Just what you see, that's what you judge me on

Every time I turn around, the guilty be pointin' fingers at me

Homie, I'm just tryna be all I can be

But not for free, that's what the fuck be wrong

I need that

[Interlude: Rick Ross]

Damn, can't even believe this day here, my nigga

I remember us sittin' in the parkin' lot talkin' about gettin' money

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Cracks in the wall, standin' in the puddle

Sunny south Florida, a cold motherfucker

Ready for a war, barely wanna talk

Ballys on my nigga as they walkin' back and forth

Makes you wanna hustle, take care of my brothers

Raymond passed away, here's somethin' for his mother

It never is enough, tryna show her that I love him

We were fishin' buddies, breed the dog, split the puppies

Pictures on the wall, bitches we done raw

Niggas gettin' robbed, the only shit that we can solve

We all wanna get it, ball for a minute

Accept collect calls, tell our dawgs that we did it

Plenty money orders, that what uncle Kenny taught us

Keep your face clean when you're out here bendin' corners

Always keep in mind you'll fall in love a thousand times

Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side

Artificial homies, worse than the agents

When you parkin' all your cars, they wanna know the payments

Rose petals drippin' on the casket

Baby boy done grew into a bastard

On that lean, you know I fuck her fantastic

Work white as Rita Ora in that plastic

Took shots, shed tears, that's war

Bust bottles on yachts, stand tall

Catch a case, don't talk, that's raw

Scarface, Rick Ross, big boys

Big boys

Scarface, Rozay, we big boys

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

And every time I turn around, y'all got somethin' to say about me

But y'all don't know a damn thing about me

Just what you see, that's what you judge me on

Every time I turn around, the guilty be pointin' fingers at me

Homie, I'm just tryna be all I can be

But not for free, that's what the fuck be wrong

I need that

[Outro: Z-Ro]

(That bag, that bag)

I need that (that bag, that bag)

I need that (that bag, that bag)

I need that bag (hey, hey, hey)