Rick Ross - Foreclosures Lyrics
[Intro]There's so many things that I don't understand. Sometimes, being in the position I am, with no malicious intent, my nigga, you can take it how you want it. I see it from both sides, I feel a nigga pain[Verse 1]Learn to walk a tightropeEver seen a rich nigga go broke?They putting liens on a nigga's thingsPublicize your demise, and by all meansYour family fortune is forever what you stood onSold dreams, fantasies that put the hood onYou reap what you sow, and they speaking repossessionsTo the culture itself, these are powerful lessonsThese niggas always smiled when I came aroundThey let you know my reputation when you in my townA real nigga, you gonna know that by the contractBottom line blood, show me where them one’s atThat paper it get funny when publishing is involvedMechanicals never mattered because that was your dogNow you hands-on, but things don’t ever seem rightYou make a call to give your lawyer the green-lightHe look into it then hit you up with the bad newsIt’s so familiar, he did the same with the last dudesMafioso, baby girl, cash rulesEvery dollar accounted for, double M the crew[Hook]Death Row, fast lifeForeclosed on my past lifeThe white man call us stupid niggasWe spend it all, nothing for our childrenHad it all, now it’s repossessedCan’t feed the clique cutting bad checksTime to learn boy, that cash rulesSuccess is a precious jewel[Verse 2]Planting poison in a nigga mindChilling with your boys when it’s time to grindWe both come from those humble beginningsStill can’t believe we never followed each other on TwitterFunny thing is the animosity money bringsReal niggas out of style we may be one in threeBack against the wall outnumbered by *****boysOne bullet, one target, one choiceYou can take an L or take the shellIt's still double M still making millsMade niggas respect my hustle on both coastsI put the word out to see who hit back with the lowestI need a hit handled, put me in touch with the closestYou still digging through ashtrays killing the roachesAnd I never took an L back when Meek fellJust drove the numbers all the way back up at retail[Hook]Death Row, fast lifeForeclosed on my past lifeThe white man call us stupid niggasWe spend it all, nothing for our childrenHad it all, now it’s repossessedCan’t feed the clique cutting bad checksTime to learn boy, that cash rulesSuccess is a precious jewel[Verse 3]Can’t be writing checks with your eyes closedWhile you living out of homes in different time zonesMind blown finna strip you out your rhinestonesPistol to your ear, this that level I’m onI apologize woadie but this all I gotEverybody in this office we could die tonightI never met an artist who fully recoupedThese the deals the deal dealers wanna deal to youYoung niggas, time to act your wageBuying belts you seen on other niggas waistsHoes *****ing for follows, they wanna post onlineWhole time, shorty knowing I’m the gold minePut it on all he needed was a co signBlack minks and gloves, nigga, the whole nineTV on the Rolls, shit, I had to hold mineYou’ll foreclose or fold just for soul signs[Hook]Death Row, fast lifeForeclosed on my past lifeThe white man call us stupid niggasWe spend it all, nothing for our childrenHad it all, now it’s repossessedCan’t feed the clique cutting bad checksTime to learn boy, that cash rulesSuccess is a precious jewel[Outro]Success is a precious jewelSuccess is a precious jewel
