Rick Ross, Loyd, street life. . Ain't nothin' but the street life. That's money, cars and hoes. It's the only life I chose. Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life.
A loss that would have thrown. A hole through anybody's soul. And you were only human after all. So don't hold back the tears my dear. Release them so your eyes can clear.
I long for you. As a flower for the morning dew. I long for you. As a hind longs for the running streams. . Frown on me no more. And let me smile again.