Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Cool & Dre – Go To Hell ( Lyrics) ft. BEAM Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Cool & Dre – Go To Hell ( Lyrics) ft. Intro: Rick Ross, Roland Orzabal & Curt Smith & Roland Orzabal
These are the things I can do without, come on
I’m talking to you, come on
Dope boy excellence
They gave you life—
Elevation, uh (Cool & Dre)
And in return, you gave—
Verse 1: Rick Ross
Big blunts, dope boys wanna smoke with me (Uh)
Now we ride double M’s through the whole city (Huh)
Niggas talkin’ down, but they hoes feel me
A nine figure nigga, all I wanna talk is business (Facts)
I seen a big mouth get a closed casket
Self made, took over the whole racket
A kilo after kilo, see who movе the most
Two hundred foot yacht, she wanna see thе coast (Woo)
You can’t be chasin’ money with the wrong approach (No)
Commas only comin’ once you got a coach (Huh)
I’m the Walt Frazier, that’s for all ages (Ha)
The Don Shula, shooter niggas, tall lasers (Brrt)
Bitch boys run to social media (Woo)
Rich nigga, name in Wikipedia (Boss)
If I fuck her once, she wanna fuck me twice (Huh)
All the real niggas clique up, let’s get rich tonight, uh
Chorus: BEAM
Only the real recognize real, I
Give me somethin’ I can feel so I know that it’s real, I
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious (Bloody diamonds on this necklace)
Verse 2: Meek Mill
Uh, I put fifty on her wrist to make her nastier
I’m doin’ numbers on these niggas, it ain’t no passin’ us
Bad bitch suckin’ it out me, Count Dracula
Whole gang with me on a twenty passenger
Kraft with us, at the table eatin’ crabs with us
Labels callin’ everyday to get some cash to us
‘Member they thought I wasn’t smart, they tried to laugh at us
But I still catch ‘em at the door like “Give them Pateks up” (Give that shit up)
Laugh now, cry later
Play it cool, slide later, I know I’m gon’ die later
On a corner, a four pound, two dollars, some Now and Laters
I’m a real life survivor, them people was tryna fade us
Lil’ shorty with me fine, she look like Sanaa Lathan
I don’t get her what she want and she turn into a crybaby
Bye baby, I be out of time, baby
If they catch us on a date, you blowin’ up like the bomb, baby
I made twenty mill’ last month, you better make up yo’ mind, baby
You can do anything you want, just don’t get out of line, baby
I’m doin’ anything I want, I’m havin’ lunch with Tom Brady
Talkin’ ‘bout his girl problems, I can’t lie, I related
Only real recognize the real
I was so deep up in the field, I know how he feel
I ain’t make it to the NFL, but shit, I’m Meek Mill
And every time they see me fail, shit, I prevail
Every time I rap, it sound like I’m talkin’ in gold and I’ll never sell my soul
Chorus: BEAM
Only the real recognize real, I
Give me somethin’ I can feel so I know that it’s real, I
This bandemic infectious, bloody diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious (Bloody diamonds on this necklace)
Verse 3: Rick Ross
Uh, yes
My niggas got indicted, couple made it back (Uh)
Once you seen a hundred, then you made a stack (Yes)
I’m coppin’ real estate like I’m still slangin’ crack
I left Def Jam once I made the max (Woo)
Look at how I’m livin’, jugglin’ the raps
I told the record labels “You can keep the plaques” (Huh)
Choppers in the car, it ain’t no need for masks (Brrt)
I do it how I do it with my evil ass
Outro: BEAM
Maybach Music
Only the real recognize real, I
Give me somethin’ I can feel so I know that it’s real, I
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