Rick Ross Black Opium Lyrics
Black Opium by Rick Ross
[Intro: The Crowd & Rick Ross] Can I get a rozay (rozay) Can I get a rozay (rozay) Let me get a huh (huh) Let me get a huh (huh) Huh
[Chorus: DJ Premier] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna' elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya
[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Shooters in the ground with fifth carats They give it down My lifestyle get busy, units is really real Put my bitches on Get money, stay out of the trap Fuck 'em long, smoke the bong, maybe go get a tat No illusion, quarter millie for this fucking cruse Called the deal, I've been planing over I kept it moving, (?) sent me real Protect me from these shooters Nice suits (?) Let me Shoot Stab wounds, they think we having fun Doing shows, fuck the hoes, dumb still on the run
[Chorus: DJ Premier] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya
[Rick Ross:] Some niggas choke, Some niggas don't
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pissing (?) that pot out of that Late to class, walk the halls Ain't one run out of two Say your name What's your game? My people hook the roof 4th of July, light up the sky Step off my shoe All I do is eat niggas & they call it food That's my food I assume You know we ain't in the room You hit the *Gun Pop* So floated like a balloon, fatal wounds Boy, nigga shall I say the rules A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consumed Still feel the room, Can't die Dream chasers, you fuck with Meek? You got to fuck with the con, Then my bone That DC up on my tongue
[Chorus: DJ Premier] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya I'mma stand as a man never above ya
[Verse 3: Rick Ross] I only take time out for all my bad bitches Ex bitches, My last bitch was far from a Rich Fast Chips G, (?) Mad rich, it's not for me, I'm careless Under my may trees, forty blocks up And 8 Mile, 8 While my shit was stacking Seven fifty's do eightm My nigga added Ho wow, Ho now They think it's magic I bring the best out your bitch, she living lavish
[Chorus: DJ Premier] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya I do this for us I, I, I do this for us
[Chorus: DJ Premier] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna' elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya
[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Shooters in the ground with fifth carats They give it down My lifestyle get busy, units is really real Put my bitches on Get money, stay out of the trap Fuck 'em long, smoke the bong, maybe go get a tat No illusion, quarter millie for this fucking cruse Called the deal, I've been planing over I kept it moving, (?) sent me real Protect me from these shooters Nice suits (?) Let me Shoot Stab wounds, they think we having fun Doing shows, fuck the hoes, dumb still on the run
[Chorus: DJ Premier] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya
[Rick Ross:] Some niggas choke, Some niggas don't
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] Pissing (?) that pot out of that Late to class, walk the halls Ain't one run out of two Say your name What's your game? My people hook the roof 4th of July, light up the sky Step off my shoe All I do is eat niggas & they call it food That's my food I assume You know we ain't in the room You hit the *Gun Pop* So floated like a balloon, fatal wounds Boy, nigga shall I say the rules A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consumed Still feel the room, Can't die Dream chasers, you fuck with Meek? You got to fuck with the con, Then my bone That DC up on my tongue
[Chorus: DJ Premier] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya I'mma stand as a man never above ya
[Verse 3: Rick Ross] I only take time out for all my bad bitches Ex bitches, My last bitch was far from a Rich Fast Chips G, (?) Mad rich, it's not for me, I'm careless Under my may trees, forty blocks up And 8 Mile, 8 While my shit was stacking Seven fifty's do eightm My nigga added Ho wow, Ho now They think it's magic I bring the best out your bitch, she living lavish
[Chorus: DJ Premier] I do this for us Stuck on the grind tryna elevate I'mma stand as a man never above ya I do this for us I, I, I do this for us