[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ain`t nothin` but the street life
That`s money cars and hoes
It`s the only life I chose
Street life , nothin` but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that`ll leave a hole in the sky
Sittin at this table, why, to take this {?}
Music and the street life that`s a whole `nother side (riiiight)
Hoes used to call me small time
My clothes ain`t know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos `til I started bag-gin` it
Way before my first key
My nigga E showed me
How to parlay a Z (good lookin` nigga)
I know my mama pullin` overtime
Pocket full of dimes
So I`m out here pullin` mine
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
You can`t close shop, not on my block
I`m 24/7 like IHOP
Came from the bottom to the skybox
Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top
Hop up in the 40-40, got `bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I`ma roll it homie
Brick layin` cost `bout another dub
Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
I caught a bird, but the birds can`t buy a camper
Just an example, by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that`s dapper
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Street life, sellin` dope, fuckin` hoes
Big E, smoke comin` outta nigga nose
Candy paintin` on the corner, sellin` everything
I`m on the move, I ain`t called mama in a couple days
This life and nothin` will ever change that
I love the game and we`ll never give the game back
We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game
But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name
I got a name, everybody don`t die the same
Like all dope don`t fly the same
M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
It`s like the people want me to come fly the plane
[Chorus x3]
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