Rick Ross – Foreclosures Lyrics

There’s so many things that I don’t understand
Sometimes, being in the position
I am, with no malicious intent
My ni**a, you can take it how you want it
I see it from both sides, I feel a ni**a pain

(Verse 1)
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich ni**a go broke?
They putting liens on a ni**a’s things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family fortune is forever what you stood on
Sold dreams, fantasies that put the hood on
You reap what you sow, and they speaking repossessions
To the culture itself, these are powerful lessons
These ni**as always smiled when I came around
They let you know my reputation when you in my town
A real ni**a, you gonna know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one’s at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
Mechanicals never mattered because that was your dog
Now you hands-on, but things don’t ever seem right
You make a call to give your lawyer the green light
He look into it then hit you up with the bad news
It’s so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes
Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules
Every dollar accounted for, double M the crew

Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid ni**as
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it’s repossessed
Can’t feed the clique cutting bad checks
Time to learn boy, that Cash Rules
Success is a precious jewel

(Verse 2)
Planting poison in a ni**a mind
Chilling with your boys when it’s time to grind
We both come from those humble beginnings
Still can’t believe we never followed each other on Twitter
Funny thing is the animosity money brings
Real ni**as out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by f***boys
One bullet, one target, one choice
You can take an L or take the shell
It’s still double M still making mills
Made ni**as respect my hustle on both coasts
I put the word out to see who hit back with the lowest
I need a hit handled, put me in touch with the closest
You still digging through ashtrays killing the roaches
And I never took an L back when Meek fell
Just drove the numbers all the way back up at retail

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Can’t be writing checks with your eyes closed
While you living out of homes in different time zones
Mind blown finna strip you out your rhinestones
Pistol to your ear, this that level I’m on
I apologize woadie but this all I got
Everybody in this office we could die tonight
I never met an artist who fully recouped
These the deals the deal dealers wanna deal to you
Young ni**as, time to act your age
Buying belts you seen on other ni**as waists
Hoes f**king for follows, they wanna post online
Whole time, shorty knowing I’m the gold mine
Put it on all he needed was a co sign
Black minks and gloves, ni**a, the whole nine
TV on the Rolls, s**t, I had to hold mine
You’ll foreclose or fold just for soul signs

(Repeat Chorus)

Success is a precious jewel
Success is a precious jewel