[ Featuring Musiq Soulchild, Rick Ross ]
Ecstasy
Started out hardcore (hardcore)
Done it like never before (never, never)
So many shows, so many tours (whoa)
And you the one that I do it for
Still goin' to this day (to this day)
Still got all my songs on replay
If you want me to stay (want me to stay)
I'm gon' need you to just pray
Pray for me (for me, yeah)
'Cause I be in these streets so much
I don't if I'ma make it (I don't know)
I don't if I'ma make it (I don't know)
Pray for me (yeah, yeah)
'Cause times get hard and the money gets low
Don't give up, you gotta stay down before the come-up
We got it out the mud like football cleats
You put a ring on my finger
But you married to the streets (ooh, ooh)
I know you gettin' to the bag, baby
I just pray to God that make it back baby, huh (oh)
I ain't worried 'bout a bitch takin' you from me (no)
I'm more worried about the streets takin' you from me (oh)
I'm more worried about police takin' you from me (yeah, oh, oh)
So before you leave the house
Kiss me and tell me that you love me
Pray for me (pray for me, yeah)
'Cause I be in these streets so much
I don't if I'ma make it (I don't know)
I don't if I'ma make it (no)
Pray for me (so, just pray for me, yeah)
'Cause times get hard and the money gets low (oh, don't give up)
Don't give up, gotta stay down for the come-up
See I be prayin' for my trap niggas
Every night on my knees (on my knees)
I be prayin' for you (prayin', prayin')
Pray for me
You gotta hustle with your head (Hustle with your head)
And not with your heart (Not with you heart)
You gotta mean what you say (What you say)
And finish, finish, what you start
Return of the Coogi sweaters and gold Jesus pieces
Light up the Backwoods, uh (what you start, what you start)
Maybach Music
Wake up in Versace boxers at the Ritz
Fell asleep, gold Rolex on my wrist, huh
Who ever thought that I was growing to be rich?
All these niggas tried to hit me but these niggas missed (huh)
My brothers with y'all bond, please send 'em my Salaam (lord)
That brand new SEL cross my mother's lawn
I swear I come in peace, but my lil' homies aren't
Hear them gunshots that go from Brooklyn down to the Bronx
Bulletproof the Bimmer, now I'm battle-ready (boss)
Me and Kimmy 'til I die, forever adversaries (woo)
I'm talkin' money, pussy nigga, Tyler Perry (woo)
Goin' back to Cali so I'm rider ready (Huh)
Coogi sweaters, Jesus pieces, gotta do it big (uh)
Run up on you and I rarely let you live
It ain't trafficin' unless it's twenty mil'
I wack a nigga and I'm down to do the bid (boss)
Coogi sweaters, Jesus pieces' gotta do it big (Ha)
Fab said you need a Kim if you want do it big
Niggas want the smoke, I hope out with the cig
I'll wack a nigga then buy a flight to Madrid
I did the bid, now I do the most
Whole team burnin' bread, let's make a toast
I ain't the type to brag, I let that paper boost
Then I wash the dirty money in that ivory coast
Rich milli', have million
My shit slap silly in
Quarter milli' this year on shoes
Give a broke bitch the blues
Ran off with a couple mill in high heel
Jimmy Choo's, I'm a bad bitch from every angle
Jesús hang around your neck like the noose
Made a Bishop pray for you, 'cause you know I got that juice
We bettin' big at the crap table
Seven, eleven, open like we 7/11
Workin' all night, 24/7
F*ck the FBI, I only confess to the reverend
Put that on my bredren
Let this be a lesson when you disrespect the legend
Ross the boss, Kim the queen, is you stupid?
Ride the beat like a Wraith but this is May-May-Maybach Music
Pray for me (pray for me, oh)
I be in these streets so much
I don't if I'ma make it (I don't know)
I don't if I'ma make it (no, oh)
Pray for me (just pray for me, pray for me)
'Cause, 'cause times get hard and the money gets low
But don't give up, gotta stay down for the come-up
