Walkin' On Air Lyrics - Mastermind - Rick Ross

I pray we all live forever 

I pray I'm a servant to all prophets 

May I be rich forever 

Money on my head, pussy, boy, that ain't enough 

Bullet to your trap strapped in my armored truck 

Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck 

Ain't no sympathying in the city streets 

That's all I ever heard from my older G's 

She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps 

Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets 

Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses 

Half you niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses 

Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie 

Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die 

Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we dopeboys 

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Baptized by the dopeboys, ordained by the assholes 

My salvation is the cash flow 

Woah, oh 

I'm walking on air 

I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big 

I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big 

We do it big, bitch, we do it big 

I'm into fashion, nigga, John the Baptist 

My loyalty respected all across the atlas 

I can have you and your team finalized 

All your kids screaming at Mount Sinai 

Holy Ghost, the divine spirit 

My heart pure, he a real nigga 

She let me fuck early so she trustworthy 

Her pussy sacred so she getting all the purses 

In his name I'm Supreme Lord 

The Book of Leviticus is the springboard 

Jesus Christ, look at this nigga's ice 

Better yet, look at this nigga's life 

I'm walking on air 

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You already know, I give and go and I get that dope 

Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic-tac-toe 

And these be niggas hating like ''Meek Mill, how you get that ho?'' 

Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow 

Just check my style, look at that Ro' 

On my wrist, on some shit, make a call, "Who is this?" 

Think it's Benji on the line and he called, tried to flip 

What I do? Make a call, call Papi for a brick 

And papi call José, cause José got fish 

Now I'm 30, 000 feet up with my feet up, rollin' weed up 

Pussy niggas couldn't bluff us, couldn't beat us 

Throwing curveballs in the field get you hit like Derek Jeter 

Double M, yeah that's the team, I know they see us, yeah 

Wait a minute, wait a minute 

Wait a minute, wait a minute 

Wait a minute, wait a minute 

I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big 

I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big 

We do it big, bitch, we do it big 

Fuck a tutor, better get a shooter 

Teach your ass a lesson when they running to ya 

Fiends lining up like we having communions 

This my daily bread and you niggas consumers 

All I ever wanted was to make scrilla 

Have a recording session with J Dilla 

Selassie, Exodus 

Corinthians, Leviticus 

I'm on the books, I study well 

Getting money, bitches know me well 

Selassie 

Selassie 

Pray I never die 

Pray I never die