All Day lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Ugh
Floating in my Phantom
Life could be a fantasy, the thoughts that I could fathom
Foes dying rapidly, the currency I handle
Could cause a small catastrophe, can all you n*ggas handle?
Simple as a sack of weed
Had to drop 80 carats, rose gold masterpiece
Order me a hundred pounds, burn them like a bag of leaves
Motherf*ck an interview, got a full magazine
And f*ck what you 'finna do, caught up in the guillotine
n*ggas in my entourage, the crackers call it killin team
Embraced by the Underworld, realest n*ggas f*ck with me
n*gga got his chain took, with his n*ggas in the club
sh*t done fizzled up, all my n*ggas game UP