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Rick Ross Lyrics


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Watch the real niggas celebrate
All the real niggas selling weight
Watch the real niggas celebrate

I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' quick
Flipping bricks, counting money -- so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

I'm paranoid cause I'm in the Porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to God, this dick could change your life
So grab your bags, it's time to catch a flight
I levitate on all these pussy niggas
I never hate on all these pussy niggas
My tax bracket on some other shit
I could put you on that mothership

I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' quick
Flipping bricks, counting money -- so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the driver's side window when the Lincoln park
I think these niggas out here reading lips
Salty, we the only niggas eating chips
Gotta separate from all these pussy niggas
You could never hesitate and you's a pussy, nigga
We started off dead broke
Now I got forty million in a fucking yoke
I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double M, know the G's, nigga
Or Colombians, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga

I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' quick
Flipping bricks, counting money -- so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
Three new flows, that's off top
All white squares, the city on lock
I swear to God, I need a hundred m's
'Til the day I die, I plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun
I broke the mold; my total assets
Will get you assholes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
I'll get you assholes left in the past tense

I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' quick
Flipping bricks, counting money -- so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business




Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

Overall Meaning

In the song "I Solemnly Swear" by Rick Ross featuring Masspike Miles, the lyrics describe the life of a gangster who lives every day like it's his last. He swears to God on his kids that he will live each day to the fullest because of the sacrifices made by previous gangsters who died or did time in prison. The song emphasizes the dangerous nature of the lifestyle, with quick killings and a high price for betrayal. The lyrics also touch upon the rapper's success, with him flaunting his wealth and assets.


The song's chorus talks about real gangsters celebrating and selling weight, a nod to the drug trade that's often associated with gangster life. The verse about the Porsche in the projects shows the tension and paranoia that comes with being involved in illegal activities. The second verse talks about separating from "pussy niggas" who hesitate, and the success that can follow through perseverance and hard work.


Overall, the song is a cautionary tale of the dangers of gang life. It paints a picture of the adrenaline-fueled highs of the lifestyle while highlighting the consequences of betrayal or getting caught by authorities.


Line by Line Meaning

Watch the real niggas celebrate
Observe those who are truly successful enjoying their accomplishments.


All the real niggas selling weight
Those who are truly successful are either drug dealers or involved in the drug trade.


I swear to God, that's on my kids
I am telling the truth and a witness is my children.


Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
I have to make the most of my life every day.


For every gangster ever died or did a bid
I am representing all the gangsters who have passed away or have been incarcerated.


Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they killin' quick
In my hometown, when gangsters retaliate, they act quickly and with deadly force.


Flipping bricks, counting money -- so repetitious
Dealing drugs and making money is monotonous and happens over and over again.


Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
I am a well-respected and powerful gangster, so it's best to stay away from me.


Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
For just $5000, someone can be killed, so why even risk getting arrested for life?


I'm paranoid cause I'm in the Porsche
I'm scared and anxious being in my expensive car because it could make me a target.


In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
Despite being wealthy, I am still involved with the drug trade and sitting on a large quantity of drugs.


This dick could change your life
Having sex with me could greatly benefit a woman's life financially and socially.


So grab your bags, it's time to catch a flight
Let's go on a luxurious trip together to escape our current reality.


I levitate on all these pussy niggas
I am superior to other weak-minded individuals and am better than them.


My tax bracket on some other shit
I am making so much money that I am in a completely different tax bracket than most people.


Spray the driver's side window when the Lincoln park
To take revenge on someone, I would have someone shoot at the driver's side window of their car when it's parked.


Gotta separate from all these pussy niggas
I need to distance myself from people who are weak and untrustworthy.


Now I got forty million in a fucking yoke
I have accumulated 40 million dollars through the drug trade.


All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Seriously, I have millions of dollars hidden away in various places.


I swear to God, I need a hundred m's
I am determined to reach my goal of obtaining 100 million dollars.


Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Be proud of what we have accomplished so far.


Let the bankers know we have just begun
We are just getting started and are going to make even more money in the future.


I broke the mold; my total assets
I am unique and have amassed a large amount of wealth that sets me apart from others.


Will get you assholes left in the past tense
My money and success make me untouchable and superior to others.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: William Roberts

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