Paradise Lost - Rick Ross
Magic City Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty Don't lose your soul chasing that pot of gold I'm trying to go where I can't go Trying to be what I can't be I wanna teach you what I can't show We gotta reach what we can't reach Trying to shine when the sun won't I gotta grind as I gun tote She's rolling weed as I'm doing me I count the cheese, she can count on me Wonderful times, lay a head for a young nigga Like the day she told her that I was a drug dealer That explains how the cars came And all the big money at the card games I roll dice with the low-lifes Timb boots and the coke nice New Porsche wit' the smoke lights Young nigga, get your dough right (Get your money right) Children havin' children, but they don't have a plan All this drug dealing, it's killing our brother man The government feed 'em freedom, but they don't understand But if we don't do it now, we really don't have a chance My sister, my brother, get your money right Live for generations, build your mastermind It's time to make a living, my brother, get your money right Magic City Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty Don't lose your soul, chasing that pot of gold I wanna go where I can't go In Dubai smoking dank smoke No charges for the cellphones But I charge 'em just to sell for Peach Ciroc and the L's long Get to meet Barack rub elbows We the ones that never got the pale grants Fuck Full Sale let your mail stack I just wanna sign another lease Mentality of young niggas in the streets But I think it's time they buy they own And if you got it give your man a loan And if you bought it we can leave it 'lone My niggas 'bout it all their teeth are gone All gold grills, but to each his own Got in power to put my people on (Get your money right) Children havin' children, but they don't have a plan All this drug dealing, it's killing our brother man The government feed 'em freedom, but they don't understand But if we don't do it now, we really don't have a chance My sister, my brother, get your money right Live for generations, build your mastermind It's time to make a living, my brother, get your money right
Artist: Rick Ross
Title: Paradise Lost