Текст песни Rick Ross — Walkin' on Air

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[Verse 1:]
I pray we all live forever,
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets,
May I be rich forever.
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough,
Pull up to your trap strapped in my armored truck,
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck.
Ain't no sympathyin' in the city streets,
That's all I ever heard from my older G's.
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps,
Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets.
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses,
Half you niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses,
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie,
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die.
Rolls Royce's on dirt roads, we dopeboys.
Baptized by the dopeboys,
Ordained by the assholes,
My salvation is the cash flow,
I'm walkin' on air.

[Сhorus:]
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big,
I'm talkin' big, bitch, I'm talkin' big,
We do it big, bitch, we do it big.

[Verse 2:]
I'm into fashion, nigga, John the Baptist,
My loyalty respected all across the atlas.
I can have you and your team finalized,
All your kids screamin' at Mount Sinai.
Holy Ghost, the divine spirit,
My heart pure, he a real nigga.
She let me fuck early so she trustworthy,
Her pussy sacred, so she gettin' all the purses.
In his name, I'm Supreme Lord,
The Book of Leviticus is the springboard,
Jesus Christ, look at this nigga's ice!
Better yet, look at this nigga's life,
I'm walkin' on air.

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
You already know, I give and go, and I get that dope,
Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic-tac-toe,
And these be niggas hatin' like ‘Meek Mill, how you get that ho?'
‘Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow,
Just check my style, look at that Ro, on my wrist,
On some shit, make a call, ‘Who is this?'
Think it's Benji on the line and he called, tried to flip.
What I do? Make a call, call Papi for a brick,
And Papi call José, ‘cause José got fish,
Now I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rollin' weed up,
Pussy niggas couldn't bluff us, couldn't beat us,
Throwin' curveballs in the field, get you hit like Derek Jeter,
Double M, yeah that's the team, I know they see us, yeah!

[Bridge:]
Wait a minute. [x6]

[Сhorus]

[Verse 4:]
Fuck a tutor, better get a shooter,
Teach your ass a lesson when they runnin' to ya,
Fiends linin' up like we havin' communions,
This my daily bread, and you niggas consumers.
All I ever wanted was to make scrilla,
Have a recordin' session with J Dilla.
Selassie, Exodus, Corinthians, Leviticus.
I'm on the books, I study well,
Gettin' money, bitches know me well.
Selassie, Selassie,
Pray I never die,
Pray I never die.

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