Pirates

[Intro]
I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's game over, huh?
Pray for me

[Verse 1]
Hallucination of money, while nigga's stomach just rumble
Had to fuck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles
Nigga livin' in rubble, but then I'm labelled a rebel
Any nigga wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel
Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill
Steppin' off the Sonoma with the black duffle bag filled
Got a cute bitch with me, favor Kimora, for real
Got Meek Mill on the celly (Meek Milli) that nigga worth a few mil
I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply
Witness real niggas fail, and watch you fuck niggas strive
Witness bitch niggas tell, Jabar just got twenty-five
At this point in my life, I'm just tryna survive
Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time
R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine
Makaveli returns, it's God forgives, and I don't
Resurrection of the real, time to get richer than Trump

[Hook]
I'm rollin' the dice, four, five, six
Young nigga, nineteen, four or five bricks
Prayin' on you niggas, sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate

[Break]
Tryna keep my head above water, nigga
We pirates out here, nigga, just trying to stay afloat
And I ride for my niggas

[Verse 2]
Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches
Panameras abortion, marijuana imported
Dreams of gettin' cream and never to be extorted
Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it
Product is in demand, profit not far behind
Got on my mother pearl, she fuckin' up father time
Babies be havin' babies, I'm talkin' 'bout how I grind
Niggas thinkin' it's voodoo the way bricks be multiplyin'
Affiliated with wealth, associated with death
Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf
Straight Grim Reaper, Air Jordans walkin' the streets
Blackberry boss, one call, ya put to sleep

[Hook]
I'm rollin' the dice, four, five, six
Young nigga, nineteen, forty five bricks
Prayin' on you niggas, sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate

[Outro]
The Lord is my light and my salvation
But I see none of you fuck niggas
Fuck what you heard, nigga
I need to feel it
I need to smell it
I need to see it