Busta Rhymes

"Track 11"

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Have mercy for the spirits still prayin' for me
Times hard so forgive me if I smell funny
Sleeping in cars, it be real with no hotel money
Louis Vuitton, you just get it 'cause your man want it
Pictures and captures let me know that you ain't tell somethin'
Middle school, b*tches used to call me Bruce Bruce
Now it's stretch Maybachs in the coupes too (Maybachs)
Like jewels, I'm just tryna pack a deuce deuce
Diplomats [?] how I'm makin' my moves
[?] to riches [?] f*ckin' b*tches in my favorite shoes
She thought I had a sеizure, told her April fools
f*ck a lawsuit, b*tch I'm tryna make thе news
Master Mohammed [?] goin' door to door
Givin' [?] brothers [?] wanted more
We a nation [?] brothers [?] wonderful force
Go straight to the Quran if you want the source
[?] so proud, you be comin' the boss
Cold world with the flows, keep a n*gga wrong
We was sleepin' on the floors when they used to storm
I just wanna get a home for my only mom
This a dream to make her proud of her only son
This a dream to make her proud of her only son
Make her proud of her only son
This a dream to make her proud of her only son
And I'm number one (Maybach)
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