Pirates Lyrics - God Forgives, I Don't - Rick Ross

I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you 

Niggas it's game over, huh? 

Pray for me 

Hallucination of money, while nigga's stomach just rumble 

Had to fuck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles 

Nigga living in rubble, but get him labelled a rebel 

Any nigga wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel 

Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill 

Steppin' off the Sonoma with the black duffel bag filled 

Got a cute bitch with me; favor come on, for real 

Got Meek Mill on the celly, that nigga worth a few mil 

I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply 

Witness real niggas fail, and watch you fuck niggas strive 

Witness bitch niggas pale, Japar [?] just got twenty-five 

At this point in my life, I'm just trying to survive 

Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time 

R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine 

Makaveli returns - it's God forgives, and I don't 

Resurrection of the real, time to get the richer than Trump 

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I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six 

Young nigga, 19, four, five bricks 

Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate 

God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate 

Trying to keep my head above water, nigga 

We pirates out here, nigga, just trying to stay afloat 

And I ride for my niggas 

Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches 

Panoramas, abortions, marijuana imported 

Dreams of getting cream and never to be extorted 

Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it 

Product is in demand, profit not far behind 

Got on my mother pearl, she fucking up father time 

Babies be having babies, I'm talking 'bout how I grind 

Niggas thinking it's voodoo the way bricks be multiplying 

Affiliated with wealth, associated with death 

Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf 

Straight Grim Reaper, Air Jordans walking the streets 

Blackberry boss - one call, ya put to sleep 

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I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six 

Young nigga, nineteen, forty five bricks 

Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate 

God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate 

The Lord is my light and my salvation 

But I see none of you fuck niggas 

Fuck what you heard, nigga 

I need to feel it 

I need to smell it 

I need to see it