August – Tears Of Joy lyrics

[Rick Ross - verse 1]
Smoking the best spliff in a brand new Benz no I'd on the track let the story begin. Begin...
Lookin in the mirror but I don't see much
Staring in the streets so I don't sleep much
Watching the snakes so they don't creep up
But the way I'm gettin this money niggaz can't keep up
You niggaz can't keep up
Niggaz got beef but it can't be much
I'm still walking through the crowds like I can't be touched
Top back all black Gretzky puck
Ice skater little later might let me fuck
Damn, she might let me fuck
Last night I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this
Vacheron on my wrist a year ago
I didn't even know that bitches exist
Quarter milli for the motherfucker
No insurance on a motherfucker
Ain't life a bitch, but you gotta keep her wet
Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set
Everybody knows I'ma a lot of people's threats
Biggie smalls in the flesh living life after my death
Yesterday I read my horoscope
Tell me lord will I be poor and broke
Tell me lord will I be dealing dope
I wanna take my momma to the pocanoes

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Goodbye
To all the loved ones I leave behind
At least they can't see me cry
And I ask when someone wants to be me, why?
Thought having everything would ease my mind
If you could read my mind
My god, I'm scared
I have tattooed tears of joy

[Rick Ross - verse 2]
Last night I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this
Young rich motherfucker still uneducated but dammit a nigga made it
God damn a nigga made it cremated in the church lord knows I'm blessed
5 different lawyers so you know I'm stressed
A punch in the face get you 300k
Ask glad now he back making minimum wage
Another victim of my criminal ways
I wanna walk in the image of Christ
But that bitch vivica nice
And I'm still swimming in ice
I'm just living my life
I'm just living my life
Lease a Lamborghini for your pussy rate
Life is just a pussy race
Snatch a bitch take her back to your place
Next mourning I can tell you how the pussy taste
I got expensive taste

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[Rick Ross - verse 3]
Last night I cried tears of joy
What did we do to deserve this
Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real I gotta represent for Emmit Till
All the dead souls in the field
Lookin at my rolly it's about that time
White man had a problem wit mine
And we suppose 2 be shy? (shy, shy)
The revolution still applies
Probably still on the rise

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