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Rick Ross – Black Opium (feat. DJ Premier)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Composer
Byron Forest II
Byron Forest II
Composer
Alessandro Alessandroni
Alessandro Alessandroni
Composer
Rashia Fisher
Rashia Fisher
Composer
Leroy Jones
Leroy Jones
Composer
William Lewis
William Lewis
Composer
Roger McNair
Roger McNair
Composer
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Composer
Ricardo Thomas
Ricardo Thomas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Metaphor
Black Metaphor
Producer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Can I get a rozay (rozay) Can I get a rozay (rozay) Let me get a huh (huh) Let me get a huh (huh) Huh I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya Shooters in the crowd, 50 carats They givin' dab My lifestyle get busy, you niggas really rare Put my bitches on Get money, stay out of the trap Fuck 'em long, smoke the bong, maybe go get a tat No illusion, quarter millie for this whip I'm cruzin' Caught a deal, hop a plane with Hov And I kept it movin', mob ties, Santeria Protect me from these shooters Nice suits, so religious, these muthafuckas ruthless Blonde broads, cuban cigars, shit I get the true Lucky suit, V.I.P., Double M, T.I. truth Cap guns, stab wounds, they think we're having fun Doing shows, fucking hoes, Gunplay's still on the run I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya Some niggas choke, Some niggas don't Pissing in portable potties out at the public school Late to class, walk the halls then wanna run with tools Say your name, what's your gang, my people wrote the rule 4th of July, light up the sky, step on my shoes All I do is feed niggas and they call it food That's my fool, I assume you know he's the room You hear the boom, soul floating like a balloon Fatal wound, if war niggas yell "I played the rules" A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consume Still fill the room, King of Diamond, go get the broom Dreamchasers you fuck with Meek, you gotta fuck with Coon Them my poon, they DC, carve it in my tomb I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya I only take time out for all my bad bitches Ex-bitches, my last bitch was far from average Fast whips, G wagon that's horse and carriage Marriage is not for me I'm rich and careless Ex-ex relax under my mattress Fourty blocks of white, that Marshall Mathers Eight mile, a while my shit was stagnant Seven fifties do 'eight' figures, young nigga at it Ho wow, ho now, they think it's magic I bring the best out your bitch, she livin' lavish Mink drapes, Prince cape on my talon The parallel, twist one for Khaled I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya I do this for us I, I, I do this for us
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, William Leonard Roberts, Leroy Jones, Roger Mcnair, Rashia Tashan Fisher, Alessandro Jr Alessandroni, Byron Keith Ii Forest, William Lewis, Ricardo Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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