"Street Life"

"Feat. Lloyd"



(Chorus: Lloyd)

Ain't nothin' but the street life

That's money cars and hoes

It's the only life I chose

Street life , nothin' but the street life

They love they way I shine

This world is mine, all mine



(Verse 1: Rick Ross)

Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye

Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky

Sittin at this table, why, to take this {?}

Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (riiiight)

Hoes used to call me small time

My clothes ain't know what to call mine

No logos or no tags in it

No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it

Way before my first key

My nigga E showed me

How to parlay a Z (good lookin' nigga)

I know my mama pullin' overtime

Pocket full of dimes

So I'm out here pullin' mine



(Chorus)



(Verse 2: Rick Ross)

You can't close shop, not on my block

I'm 24/7 like IHOP

Came from the bottom to the skybox

Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top

Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me

Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie

Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub

Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud

Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta

I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper

Just an example, by an ex-trapper

Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper



(Chorus)



(Verse 3: Rick Ross)

Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes

Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose

Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything

I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days

This life and nothin' will ever change that

I love the game and we'll never give the game back

We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game

But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name

I got a name, everybody don't die the same

Like all dope don't fly the same

M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them thangs

It's like the people want me to come fly the plane



(Chorus x3)