[Intro: Rick Ross]
Trill Entertainment, nigga, where we keeps it trilla
Webbie, Ricky Ross, streets gonna love this one
[Verse 1: Webbie]
The little soldier with nothin' clear to see
Wasn't nobody handing him shit, riding around town glamour and glisten
You don't want my position, I'm spitting facts, couldn't relax
The whole time I had weights up on my back, be black, gone back
I got pitchers on deck, they gave it to us seven flat
How many nigga's gonna rat, check my tats
She left early then she supposed to, mayne, it had to be fair
Not me, the family and them, could pack the Madison Square
I had a career, I was supposed to be right back there with them
I owed it to him, I know it I show it, don't want to blow it
A poet for the streets, give me a beat I'ma roll it
I surely didn't believe in magic, but I knew I had it in Savage
It got crucial I ain't panic and when y'all wanted I ran it
I remember when my Granny, said anything was to happen
From slangin', hustlin', to trappin' to laying, praying, and jackin'
And blowing on Grandaddy and all of my kids happy
[Chorus: Webbie]
It's a miracle, it seem like I'm dreamin', somebody pinch me
Am I supposed to be in the spot that I'm in? Is this really real?
It's a miracle, all these years, am I really here?
Have I really lived what they call a miracle?
[Verse 2: Birdman]
How you shoot fifty clips, put it in the air
Mean mug them niggas and have no fear
Play the game with the stripes, put it in his life
Ten on the mic, nigga, do it same night
It's a miracle, the way I bend them corners on 'em
Get up early on 'em, get this money on 'em
A miracle, a lot I bought on
Crib I paid on, things I've got on
A miracle, fresh crush the diamond ice
Place in one price, did it for one night
A miracle, I done lived the high life
Shined in high lights, did it in gunfights
A miracle, nigga, it was hell we came in
Money done come in, hell we went in
A miracle, nigga, no time for lying homie
Time for crying homie, time for dying homie
[Chorus: Webbie]
It's a miracle, it seem like I'm dreamin', somebody pinch me
Am I supposed to be in the spot that I'm in? Is this really real?
It's a miracle, all these years, am I really here?
Have I really lived what they call a miracle?
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
It's truly a miracle, your boy is still alive
'Cause I was selling blow in '95
Riding with my boys, dealin' dope, gettin' high
Crackers trying to give me time and we ain't talking five
Niggas talk fly so that pistol by my side
My baby mama fucking all my homies on the sly
I see it all through the corner of a nigga's eye
So I keep my shades on and my face up at the sky
Pistols get the power, snitchin' is for cowards
I got plasmas in the shower and my bitches snorting powder (I'm a G)
My life a movie got rubber uzi's in my jacuzzi
You'll think I'm Biggie, I'm bumping Juicy with several groupies
I got beamerz and benzes, bitch, they all on deuces
I got the product and when you drop it, it never loses
Pray or get preyed on, killers get prayed for
If this a dream, I pray I never wake up
[Chorus: Webbie]
It's a miracle, it seem like I'm dreamin', somebody pinch me
Am I supposed to be in the spot that I'm in? Is this really real?
It's a miracle, all these years, am I really here?
Have I really lived what they call a miracle?
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