The 4th track from Rick Ross eighth studio album Black Market. Rozay tells the story of his success over a soulful beat.[Intro]

Let's dodge rain drops

Follow me

[Verse 1]

They say I always left a paper trail

Duffle bag in the attic, now how that paper smell? (wooh)

And I musta left it there for several years

In case of emergencies, go get a set of wheels

Burning tobacco with my ancestors

Learning lessons on my transgressions

Accepting that street niggas, we live by different rules

Pill poppin', everyday I'm in a different mood

They scream our names as we walk the halls (Boss)

With everything to gain, only fear Allah

Full metal jacket still a wardrobe

Never waste a prayer for peace in a warzone

Pray to keep the lights on your porch on

Even better, pray I get to see my boy grow

Before Instagram, we did it up in the ozone

Only nigga still killing, never told on

[Verse 2]

Let's go deep into my cold mind

First and one, I got it on the gold line

Fully automatic weapons for my O-line

Wanna buy the team, they say I need a cosign

I got a beacon jumping out the gym

My new freak, she Puerto Rican, trying to reel me in

Hit the homey from the hood, I told him fill me in

On top of that, he said he good, I told him, "bring me 10"

Gentrification across the barren land

I thought the goal was get rich, be a married man

Never question my vision, I seen atrocities

But I also see profit on selling properties

Still rising, enterprising young entrepreneur

Ostentatious globe-trotting out with Lira Galore (Young Coco)

Six mill', I'm born, I told 'em they can keep the change

Pick me up in that new 'Rari swerving lane to lane

[Verse 3]

Nigga close, but it's no cigar

So it better be that Ghost or that double R

My alma mater is serving fed time

See the streets before God cut off his deadline

Demi-Gods, so tomorrow grows to prominence

Bastard case, you can see that was some common sense

I entertain niggas under poverty lines

So I paint these pretty pictures as part of my rhymes

Crack spots block to block, I've been a benefactor

I don't think you understand the type of chips I'm after

Corporations, but they run them like their small time

We never see eye to eye if you got a soft side

I told you pussy niggas let the lions in

I told these pussy niggas let the lions in

Your record label's left with rigor mortis

I just closed another deal worth another 40

(I just closed another deal worth another 40)