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

God forgives... I don't 

In other words, retaliation is a must! 

I bow my head, I pray to God 

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! 

If I die today, on the highway to heaven 

Can I let my top down in my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic 

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic 

You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money 

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200 

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Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball 

Ain't no more off days, my crib look like a mall 

Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall 

Niggas still scheming, we sliding on the mall! 

I remember picking watermelons 

Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million! 

If I die tonight I know I'm coming back nigga 

Reincarnated: big black fat nigga! 

I bow my head, I pray to God 

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! 

If I die today, on the highway to heaven 

Can I let my top down in my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic 

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic 

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You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money 

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200 

Fuck your investigation, started my elevation 

Cherry red 911 straight to my destination 

Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations 

Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations 

Boochie Boochie money long, he got 20 cars 

Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds 

Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show 

They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong 

Fuck wit me! 

I bow my head, I pray to God 

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! 

If I die today, on the highway to heaven 

Can I let my top down in my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic 

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic 

You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money 

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200 

Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela 

Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just 'bout his paper 

Hustle while niggas gossip, hating, that switch the topic 

Jump in my 911, 2 bricks in my compartment! 

She let me smell her pussy! 

I know you smell the money! 

Still smell the gunpowder 

911: 100 miles and running 

I bow my head, I pray to God 

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! 

If I die today, on the highway to heaven 

Can I let my top down in my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

I bow my head, I pray to God 

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord! 

If I die today, on the highway to heaven 

Can I let my top down in my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911? 

In my 911?