Valley of Death

Rick Ross

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The meek shall inherit the earth 
That's what the bible saysWalk like a giant, talk like a tyrant 
Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph 
David and Goliath, hate me or admire 
Kush burns slow as I chase my desiresEmbrace my empire, batta boy eat fire 
Guns like choirs when they sing, keep quite 
Will I get to Heaven? Turn to Psalm 27 
Lord knows when I see this monkey 
I'm gon' be the devilBe him 'cause I'm clever, beat him at whatever 
You never was a G, nigga, Unit ain't together 
New York's unified down south, love dat 
When we get to shine, muthafuckas where the love at? 
Real niggas gettin' money, betta log on 
Think da games dead now? Imagine when ya dog's gone 
Imagine when this song gone 
When ya phone off, there's only one to call onI mean if I die today 
I could honestly say, thank you, Lord 
Thank you, Lord, thank you, LordI'm bigger than a title, bigger than a name 
You could label me the biggest title in the game 
Put food on the table, fed the whole city 
Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get meBetter years are better when you call it trendsetter 
The world so cold hope you got a lil' sweater 
Caught a lil case but he had a lil' cheddar 
Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter 
Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid 
Say he got aids, tellin' people that it's lupus 
Not the one just to jump to conclusions 
I'm gettin' money, small talk can be a nuisanceBroke chains, reminiscent to them nooses 
Sittin' on deuces, new land cruisers 
Who the fuck you callin' losers, you niggas losin' 
Look like you could use usWhen I bought my first Run DMC vinyl 
And my first 2 Live Crew cassette 
I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I'm at today 
Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy itCall ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was 
When all these niggas undercover, fuckin' niggas up 
Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge 
Kept a nice, watch smokin' on a hundred sackBack in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks 
Skippin' school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick 
Young nigga 15 with 3 C's 
From that very day I carried on the 3 C'sCan't criticize niggas tryna get jobs 
Better get smart, young brotha live yours 
Only live once and I got 2 kids 
And for me to feed them I get 2 gigsI shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head 
And pray over the meatloaf 
I'm lookin' at the big picture 
Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richerI remember prayin' for, for me to just get the 
The opportunity to just get a record deal 
And now I sign artists 
Thank you, lord 
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Valley of Death - Rick Ross Lyrics

The meek shall inherit the earth
That's what the bible saysWalk like a giant, talk like a tyrant
Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph
David and Goliath, hate me or admire
Kush burns slow as I chase my desiresEmbrace my empire, batta boy eat fire
Guns like choirs when they sing, keep quite
Will I get to Heaven? Turn to Psalm 27
Lord knows when I see this monkey
I'm gon' be the devilBe him 'cause I'm clever, beat him at whatever
You never was a G, nigga, Unit ain't together
New York's unified down south, love dat
When we get to shine, muthafuckas where the love at?
Real niggas gettin' money, betta log on
Think da games dead now? Imagine when ya dog's gone
Imagine when this song gone
When ya phone off, there's only one to call onI mean if I die today
I could honestly say, thank you, Lord
Thank you, Lord, thank you, LordI'm bigger than a title, bigger than a name
You could label me the biggest title in the game
Put food on the table, fed the whole city
Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get meBetter years are better when you call it trendsetter
The world so cold hope you got a lil' sweater
Caught a lil case but he had a lil' cheddar
Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter
Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid
Say he got aids, tellin' people that it's lupus
Not the one just to jump to conclusions
I'm gettin' money, small talk can be a nuisanceBroke chains, reminiscent to them nooses
Sittin' on deuces, new land cruisers
Who the fuck you callin' losers, you niggas losin'
Look like you could use usWhen I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
And my first 2 Live Crew cassette
I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I'm at today
Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy itCall ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was
When all these niggas undercover, fuckin' niggas up
Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge
Kept a nice, watch smokin' on a hundred sackBack in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
Skippin' school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick
Young nigga 15 with 3 C's
From that very day I carried on the 3 C'sCan't criticize niggas tryna get jobs
Better get smart, young brotha live yours
Only live once and I got 2 kids
And for me to feed them I get 2 gigsI shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head
And pray over the meatloaf
I'm lookin' at the big picture
Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richerI remember prayin' for, for me to just get the
The opportunity to just get a record deal
And now I sign artists
Thank you, lord
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

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