Blessing In Disguise Lyrics - Mastermind - Rick Ross

I live just enough for the city so I get by 

Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my 

Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so 

Greed breeds jealousy, nigga, out here when getting fo's 

Catch a nigga slipping, put a bullet in his temple 

Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple my kinfolk 

Call it what I'm living like the high life 

Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind right 

I tell you I got 20/20 hindsight 

See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes tight 

My mind like, game recognize that 

Real recognize real, steel .45 strapped 

Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get shot down 

Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, call the cops now 

Fuck the police, stop running 

White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunning 

Down the innocent, and then the beginning ends 

You was doing 50 in the 35, the ending is 

You fit the description of the subject in this incident 

We gon' have to take you downtown for some questionin' 

Damn, a blessin in disguise if you ask me 

I was just about to hit the highway with my last key 

Could it be that maybe God is intervenes 

With my life like he did so many times in between 

A half a block away from the crime scene 

A minute earlier and that was me, think 

I've been knowing Ross since he was Teflon 

Same nigga now it was back then, nothing stepped on 

Dopeman, dopeman yelling 

Cook it 'til it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it 

Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it 

Kept to them niggas getting caught go and tell it 

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Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me 

But y'all don't know a damn thing about me 

Just what you see, that's what you judge me on 

Every time I turn around the guilty be pointing fingers at me 

Homie, I'm just trying to be all I can be 

But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll 

I need that 

Can't even believe this day here, my nigga 

I remember us sitting in the parking lot talking about getting money 

Cracks in the wall, standing in the puddle 

Sunny south Florida, a cold motherfucker 

Ready for a war, barely wanna talk 

Ballys on, my nigga, as they walking back and forth 

Makes you wanna hustle, take care of my brothers 

Raymond passed away, here's something for his mother 

It never is enough, trying to show her that I love him 

We were fishing buddies, breed the dog, split the puppies 

Pictures on the wall, bitches we done raw 

Niggas getting robbed, the only shit that we can solve 

We all wanna get it, ball for a minute 

Accept collect calls, tell our dawgs that we did it 

Plenty money orders, that what uncle Kenny taught us 

Keep your face clean when you're out here bending corners 

Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times 

Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side 

Artificial homies, worse than the agents 

When you parking all your cars, they wanna know the payments 

Rose petals dripping on the casket 

Baby boy done grew into a bastard 

On that lean, you know I fuck her fantastic 

Work white as Rita Ora in that plastic 

Took shots, shed tears, that's war 

Bust bottles on yachts, stand tall 

Catch a case, don't talk, that's raw 

Scarface, Rick Ross: big boys 

Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys 

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Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me 

But y'all don't know a damn thing about me 

Just what you see, that's what you judge me on 

Every time I turn around the guilty be pointing fingers at me 

Homie, I'm just trying to be all I can be 

But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll 

I need that 

I need that