Buried In The Streets - Rick Ross

Can you smoke?
Never swim against the current
And they say the tide is rising

Uh, these niggas drownin' to death, where the lifeguards?
We on the boat, let these pussies know they got a rope
Or they want your boy to throw a rope

Successful nigga, pants hangin' off my ass
King of Diamonds, boy you betta go and pay yo tax
Strong arm robberies, but neva take advice
Not the type of brother that'll read a book at night
He a fool, ain't it holly where the tool at?
He a-move that, pocket full of food stamps
Niggas wait and see they seeds in the Ivy Leagues
But all I see is young teens on the raggedeen
Niggas throw a molly tryna get the lottery
I know she fuckin' homie, shawty, don't you lie to me
You gon' fall in and outta love one hundred times
Look at me, get yo money like I'm gettin' mine
Half these niggas yellin', see that spot you in
Exercise the same voice that you know got you in
Caught him with a block, my nigga had to plead a ten
Stay alive through my rhymes until we meet again

Reminiscin' on reigning, my old skill jaded
Rest in peace a real nigga, we are related
It done been a couple years and it's still raining
Everyday the sun shine, I know you still reigning
Suge got a bond and shackles and that nigga fainted
2Pac trigger man, somewhere on his knees praying
Now it's time fo' certain things to come to life
David Kenneth testifies against Mr. Knight
House cost six, another two to paint it
Pray one day, all my haters maybe get acquainted
No longer in the beef, now I'm on to bison
Evander Holyfield, swear I really wanna write him
To ask 'em how he feels maybe vice-versa
To know a nigga bought his crib with a nice verse
Hunnid rooms, all alone still blowin' dro
Black bottle, wear my robe, do this for my woes